The kitchen wasn't that big of a place, but I liked being in there. I especially liked when Daddy would help me sit on the side because it usually meant that I was going to get yummies. He had stopped to let me collect my Freddy and Frankie, and all three of us were now watching as he rinsed out my bottle, humming softly as he did so.

"What are we drinking, baby Eyes?" Daddy asked as he dried it with a dishcloth. "Do we want water or hot chocolate?"

"Pop," I said.

Daddy shook his head. "No pop. You don't get to have any pop tonight, or watch t.v....