The youngest female Clone woke me up rather early. Groggy eyed, I ordered the subordinate one to massage my feet.

She giggled and said something about ‘stinky’. Being past the age of understanding that it’s not her ‘thing’ to wear ‘Dora The Explorer’ backpacks anymore that chime singsong, I should have seen this coming.

They grow up so fast. Seems she’s sprouted a few inches since last visit. Least it wasn’t in her nose. She gets her stunning looks from her father at least.

So up I got and began the recipe for pancakes, using milk rather than water and measuring each one perfectly with a 1/4 cup measuring spoon. Heated the syrup for exactly 110 seconds and set the butter out on the table from the icebox before beginning to heat the griddle.

Waffles were disastrous last time. Pancakes were designed for me.

Tumtums filled and now time for video games after a quick entry here with my coffee…not that I need freedom from their ever loving charm, wit, and cute words to accentuate killing ‘The Covenant” or “The Flood”. You spend time creating life only to have that life expect to teach it how to kill more efficiently.

Next thing you know they’ll be asking me for advice on term life insurance comparison. It’s either that or Calculus.

…Life Onwards.