Kate ate her cereal and Thurman drank his coffee. Neither spoke for awhile.
Make conversation said Phyllis.
“What’s your favorite ice cream, Sweetie?” asked Thurman.
Ice cream. You went with ice cream said Phyllis.
“Mmm ice cream.”
“Yes, you like ice cream. But which one’s your favorite?”
“Ice cream.”
Careful said Phyllis
Thurman laughed. “Okay, well maybe Mommy will take you to get ice cream today.”
Kate dropped her spoon to the floor and shook with joy.
“But you have to finish your cereal first.”
Kate picked up her spoon and shoveled Cheerios into her mouth as fast as she could until they were gone, then plunked her spoon into the bowl and grabbed her chair and kicked her legs with excitement.
“Now drink your orange juice.”
Phyllis sighed. She doesn’t have any orange juice.
“Which orange juice” said Kate.
Thurman pulled a glass from the cupboard and walked to the refrigerator. He filled the glass and heard the shower still running.
Soon, he thought. My turn soon.
It’ll be your turn next said Phyllis.
He set the orange juice on the table and Kate downed it in seconds.
“Ice cream?” she said.
“Maybe. We’ll see what Mommy says” Thurman replied.
Look what you did said Phyllis. Now Charity looks like a horrible mother if she says no.
“But what if she says no?” asked Kate.
“Then she has a good reason. I’m not sure what your plans are today.”
Well now they are get ice cream.
“Get ice cream!” said Kate.
Thurman heard the shower turn off.
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