Robbie couldn't see a thing, but he could hear. And what he heard was his mother and his father and his sister.

"Robbie! What are you doing?" They all said together, standing in their robes, rubbing their sleepy eyes. He wiped the flour off his face and turned around.

"Robbie," his father said. "Haven't we told you never to touch anything in the kitchen alone?"

His mother said, "Look at the mess you've made." Rachel just rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"Mom makes chicken, Dad makes pancakes. Rachel makes macaroni and cheese, but I can't make anything. I can't cook anything at all. I wanted to make my very own big breakfast surprise." Robbie said and with that, he started to cry.