Daddy's fixin' tuna sammiches for breakfast. Yes, breakfast! He has a rapt audience of two. They know if they sit quietly they will each get a bite. Note Savannah is the one sitting and Orleans is the one rubbin dad's legs to remind him that he's here. Maybe if I walk over here he can see me better. Dad. And waiting. Are you done yet? Dad. TUNA. Dad. Dad. Ummm DAD. If I had claws, I'd be climbing up your leg dad!