the saturday breakfast table

asher woke me up this morning with a tap and gun noises from a little green army man. omar was at work. i was tired. so i did what any sane, yet tired, person with leftover shortcake biscuits and whipped cream would do – i served it for breakfast. music played. coffee steamed away, and the little people ate everything right up.

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