The girls always get the pancakes or the french toast. Sometimes I just eat some of theirs but this day I had a breakfast sandwich. Emma always chooses the table closest to the cashier. She usually sits in her chair for a few minutes, then comes over to my lap. When we first started doing this she rarely said a word. It reminded me of taking Tim and Matthew to the Pizza Hut lunch buffet. She didn't even really want to answer questions, leaving me feeling a failure as a father. Amy assured me it was the time together that mattered, and lately Emma has started opening up. This day I asked her how her new summer school was going (two mornings a week with Cath at a neighbor's house). "Good. Yesterday we made crafts (goes on) but later John frew up on the swing so Miss Brenda had to put his craft stuff in a bag for Nickelle (his sister) to take home." Me: "He threw up during summer school?" Emma: "Yeah, he had potatoes and bacon for breakfast." She also said there is a treehouse or something in which they play family. "Catherine is the mom, John is the little brother, I'm the little sister, and Nickelle is the dog." 
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