The confusion from his son makes this all a bit more enjoyable somehow, not to mention amusing as well.

"We're going to make breakfast together, lad," he tells him matter-of-factly, opening up the fridge to grab a carton of eggs, some milk, butter, precooked hashbrowns, and cheese. The flour, salt, baking powder, and sugar are already on the counter. "A simple egg frittata, and pancakes. It might seem like a lot of ingredients, but it won't take us terribly long to get everything put together, not with both of us working together."