She hadn’t texted Sloane after his last reply yesterday, and she hadn’t needed to emergency-text Gemma. This morning, Liz felt very in-control. Paisley woke up grumpy, though, and Liz made an extra effort to be funny and cajole her out of her sleepy mood. “Do you want to help me make Mickey Mouse pancakes?” “No,” Paisley’s little voice came from underneath her Cinderella comforter. The girl was a Disney lover, and it didn’t help that Liz was on the sale alert list for Disney.com. “What about Goofy pancakes? You could help me make his big nose.” Paisley giggled and peeked out from beneath her covers. Liz pulled the covers down and smoothed the strawberry curls around her daughter’s face. She was grateful that Paisley took after her in looks rather than Nick, which of course confirmed to Liz that she was a selfish person. I’m working on that. “Come on, babe. Goofy is waiting for us in the kitchen.” Paisley scrambled out of bed, her hair matted on top of her head, making her look like a pixie fairy.
