hoebe stood beside Mama’s bed She knew she shouldn’t wake her up but she was hungry for pancakes
Mama Phoebe said softly Mama’s eyes popped open Phoebe What is it You’re honking And you said we could have pancakes Mama rubbed her eyes It’s called snoring Phoebe And I said we could make pancakes on Friday morning That’s not til tomorrow
Phoebe frowned Grown-ups always said tomorrow when they didn’t want to do something now
Phoebe would have to make her own breakfast Cereal certainly wasn’t pancakes but she knew how to fix that She poured a large puddle of maple syrup right on top She liked maple syrup A lot
