WHEN I WAKE UP THE FOLLOWING MORNING, AMANDA AND Saul are sitting at the kitchen table.Every single ingredient that one might need to make pancakes has been taken out of the cupboards and neatly laid on the counter. A few that one might not, too.“Out of curiosity, at what point in the process do you think ketchup becomes involved?”Saul shrugs. “For the stuffing, maybe?”“Ah, yes. The famed pancake stuffing. That’s where the capers go, too?”He nods so hard, I’m afraid his jaw will detach from the rest of his face.“And remind me, the vinegar— ”“Listen,” Amanda says bluntly. “As much as we love setting our alarms one hour earlier to come visit with Mommy and Daddy, if we knew how to make pancakes, we would not be here.”I cock my head. “Am I Mommy in this scenario?”“Or Daddy,” Saul offers. “You get to pick first, since you provide the pancakes.”“Nice. I’ll take it.”Twenty minutes later, when Mommy steps out of his room freshly showered and cleanly shaven, they are in the middle
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