Gimme

It was taking so long, and she had asked Mommy for a taste hours and hours ago but Mommy had said Patience is a virtue so she had zipped her lips. It was taking so long! Violet looked at Mommy’s shoes and thought they looked like fire engines, and wouldn’t it be fun to ride around with a Dalmatian in a fire engine? She would name him Spot and they would put out fires and kiss little babies. She would kiss them, Spot would lick them—it would be gross for her to lick a baby. Mommy was playing with fire now though, which was naughty and Not Allowed. It was under the big shiny pot and Violet liked to watch it jump and wiggle and light up different colors. But she would put it out anyway because she would be a good firefighter. Then Mommy put it out first, like magic, no fire truck, and Violet was sad because she was supposed to be the firefighter, but then Mommy put the soup in a bowl and it looked so yummy and smelled so yummy that Violet forgot about how she and Spot would wear matching firefighter hats and arranged Barbie on the seat next to her and started to eat.