While Kate got started on her cereal, Thurman set some water to boil and ground more coffee.
Make conversation said Phyllis.
“Did you sleep so good, Sweetie?” Thurman asked.
Kate looked up at him as she forced a mouthful of Cheerios into her mouth, then looked down and continued eating.
She was about halfway through the bowl, milk dripping down her chin and onto her brand new yellow princess pajamas. She had begged for them the day before. She actually needed them so they didn’t feel guilty giving in.
“Did you have sweet dreams in your new jammies?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you dream about?”
Do you remember what you dreamed about last night? asked Phyllis. That’s a stupid question. Try something else.
“Well, there was a pony, dancing on ice cream on the top of a mountain. And she invited to me to dance with her and I did.”
“Wow, sweetie, that sounds like a great dream! Can you show me the dance you did?”
“No.”
“Aw, why not?”
“I don’t remember and I’m eating my Cheerios.”
The kettle whistled. Thurman pulled the water off the stove, paused for a few seconds to let the water cool, then emptied the kettle into a waiting french press.
He capped the coffee and set a timer, then turned back to watching his daughter eat.
The Average Life of Thurman Dogood 