“I learned it from you, Jess.” Liz kissed Jessica on the forehead and patted her diapered behind. “Let’s go get breakfast.”
“Morning, pumpkin,” Mr. Anderson said, “all ready for your big day?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Jess cooed as she headed for the table. She could tell her place right away, not by the piping hot bowl of raisins and spice oatmeal, but rather by the baby bottle full of milk set next to it. Jess just rolled her eyes and giggled. “Thank you, Mommy.” she said.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”