Sunday morning
My dad used to make blueberry pancakes every Sunday morning. One time, before my mom was too bad, she heard him say we were having pancakes, but heard it as “bluebird” pancakes and she started laughing, then said, “oh, Evan, where are you going to get bluebirds - it’s the middle of winter!”
I’ll never not think of her on Sunday mornings
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