Katie sat at her kitchen table the following morning, her calendar out in front of her. Heather stood in the kitchen, whisking together pancakes. “Mom, can I heat up the syrup in the bottle?”
“Yes,” she said without looking up.
“Because last time it sort of exploded.”
Exploded got Katie’s attention, and she looked away from the mess of cramped writing on the desk calendar in front of her. “What?”
Exploded“I think I just need to pop the lid, but then it leaks, because the bottle’s too tall.” She set down her whisk and looked at her mom.
Katie loved how her daughter had the same round face she did. The exact same shade of brown hair. But while Katie had blue-green eyes, Heather had her father’s eyes. Ray’s had been a bit darker, but Heather had a lighter version, with a hint of green if
