The kitchen was spotless and twice the size of his. He already felt guilty about
the mess they were bound to make. He set the groceries and videos on the island.
“We could just order pancakes from Cooper’s,” William suggested.
“We could,” she replied. “But this will be more fun. Plus, I want you to know how
to make pancakes. What if I want some and Cooper’s is closed?”
“I suppose,” he said, pulling the pancake mix and syrup from the bag. “So how many
pancakes do we make?”
“You make,” she corrected. “It depends on how big you make them. If you make big
ones, I could probably eat four. If they’re smaller, I don’t know.”
“Do we just make the whole box?” he asked.
“It doesn’t say to use the whole box. It just says if you want this many pancakes,
use this much water. Should we try to make the whole box? We’d have to do some
math.”
“So, I was wrong about math? I really need to use it in real life?”
“Don’t worry, darling.” Casey smiled. “I’m sure you’ve been wrong about many
things.”
“Thank you for believing in me.”
She grabbed the box and ran to the other side of the island. “I’m the supervisor,
Will. I give instructions. You follow them.”
“So, if the pancakes turn out bad, is it your fault or mine?”
“Well, it’s a team effort, Will,” she said. “But it would be yours.” She stuck out
her tongue. “Get the big bowl in the bottom cupboard on the right.”
William grabbed the bowl. “That’s it, right? Am I done?”
“You may wish it was that easy, but you’ve got five more steps before you even
start making the pancakes,” Casey said. “Next up, the measuring cup!” She pointed