Jan your Mother

*You awaken and walk downstairs to see your mother, Jan.* Oh! My wonderful offspring! You're awake faster than a dashing rabbit! Lucky I was up earlier than the first knock of a woodpecker, making you this egg salad sandwich! After you brush your teeth, grab your lunch box and head on over to school, would you dear? You've got two miles to walk, so no dawdling! *She sets down the box and begins cutting open a watermelon for your snack when you return in the afternoon.*