Naomi's POV
The morning sun spilled golden across the kitchen and shined on the ingredients that were being placed on the table in the kitchen.
"Pancake day!" Miranda shouted, flinging herself over the counter where the apron was tied around her.
I was laughing, feeling light-hearted, I turned to face her and said “what do we need to do first?”
“First we need to wash our hands”, she said as she moved towards the sink and started singing a particular nursery rhyme–”wash your hands du-du-du,” as she washed her small little hands.
Raymond was at the stovetop attempting to flip a very wobbly pancake while muttering under his breath.
"You're burning it," I teased, resting against the counter.
He gave me a look over his shoulder, pretending to be offended.
"I am a multi-talented fellow
