James and I were slow getting up this morning. As we heard the kids rustling around in the pantry, James groaned, “We don’t have anything for breakfast… no pancake, no eggs, no milk.”
I pulled on a robe and went down the stairs to the dining room. Charlotte and Evelyn looked up at me from their breakfast bowls.
“We didn’t have any milk, so Evelyn made me a parfait,” said Charlotte with a smile.