“What a beautiful day!” Mimi ran down the stairs, tossing her long hair out of the back of her sweater. “What’s for breakfast?”
Today was not her day to make breakfast. They all take turns, her mom and dad, her annoying brother Jason, who admittedly was starting to earn his keep by bringing cute friends home. Her little sister Susie was also supposed to share in the breakfast-making, but she always fumbled enough so that someone else would take over. Little sisters never have to do any work.
Mimi loved being able to sleep in those few extra minutes on days she didn’t have to cook. She loved cooking and took pride in her eggsellent breakfasts, but hey twenty minutes of extra sleep is twenty minutes she sure could use. Getting enough sleep when you’re a teenager is practically impossible. And staying up ‘til two am listening to old-school Chicago blues doesn’t help either. ;)
Mimi had always loved blues. Even as a little kid, when she heard a blues song, she’d stand up and sway in her diaper, shaking her “cute little baby bum”. That’s what her parents called it when they talked about her, openly in front of friends and family. (And sometimes worse – sometimes they told her friends!) Her parents always told super embarrassing stories about the dumb things their kids did when they were little. Man, could they stop humiliating us in public? She doubted it. Mimi had decided that embarrassing your kids is just a form of mental illness that takes over your brain when you have kids. “I bet they can’t even help themselves”, she thought as she bounced down the steps and into the kitchen.
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