“Of course you may sweetheart. I’ll put the water on for your oatmeal and pour your milk. You come down when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Mommy.”
Mrs. Anderson headed downstairs and into the kitchen where she put some water on the stove for Jess’ oatmeal. Rummaging around for a whisk she’d been looking for, she came across a baby bottle hidden in the recesses of the drawers, probably from when Liz was still on the bottle. “Couldn’t hurt” she thought to herself as she gave it a good washing, dried it, and set it aside for Jess’ milk.
Just as Jess opened the door to her room to head downstairs, Elizabeth emerged from her own room.
“Morning, Jessica, sleep well?” Elizabeth asked cheerily.
“Like a baby.” Jess giggled at the thought of it.