She was sat on the linoleum floor of the kitchen with her back against the baby-proofed cabinets with a pot upside down between her legs, another one on her left foot and a couple smaller ones scattered across the floor nearby her. She was drumming away at the pot between her legs, making a cacophony of sound, while chewing on the black plastic handle extending from the pot.
Amanda was busily preparing food for the babies while her daughter banged away, legs jerking this way and that, a line of drool running down her chin and dripping to her bare boobs.
Sara locked Brian’s tray into place, rubbing his cheek lightly. “Okay Bri, we’ll have you all fed in a jiffy. Let me just get your little friend Rachel to join you for dinner.”