I balanced my heart-shaped pancakes – the moat of syrup and butter wriggled. Yum! “Thanks for the Valentine’s Day breakfast, Mom!”
Oops, the butter blob fell on the floor. Oh well!
Baby Jake toddled after me.
SWOOP! His feet flew out from under him. Could have been the butter. He can’t tell on me.
Dori followed Jake.
FLOOP! Her paws went in four different directions. It must have been the butter. She can’t tell on me.
Mom came running.
KER-POW! She landed on her wrist. It was the butter. But I better not tell!
Dad stomped up from downstairs. “What’s all this racket-?”
WOW! He skated on one foot and came to rest on top of the pile.
“Isabelle,” Mom asked, “Do you have something to say?”
“Nope!”
“I washed this floor,” Mom said.
I shook my head.
Mom raised her eyebrow. “Where’s the pat of butter that usually sits on your pancakes?”
“Ate it.” I looked sideways.
Dad took his purple sock off and held it up – there was a large yellow spot on the bottom.
I hung my head. “I dropped the butter and didn’t clean it up.”
Mom sighed.
I pet Dori, hugged Dad, and ruffled Jack’s hair. I wrapped Mom’s wrist in my pink tights.
And then I ate my pancakes!
