It was Saturday morning, and the Grand-Kings were busy in the kitchen.
Faye sat at the table, her fork moving rhythmically as she worked her way through a full plate beef hash . Beside her, Princess hovered over four high chairs, leaning in close with an exaggerated smile pinned to her face.
"Say Mama. Ma, ma… Mama…" Princess repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, exaggerating her lips with every syllable.
The four babies sat lined up, their round eyes staring back at her in complete, unblinking silence, looking as though they weren't listening to a single word coming out of her mouth.
Ronny broke the staredown first. He looked back down at his bowl, picked up his spork with a surprisingly firm grip, and scooped a tiny bite of shredded beef into his own mouth. He actually happened to be the one who learned to feed himself with a spork on his own terms, completely ignoring any help.
Leonny followed right after, stabbing his food with his spork and chewing quietly.
