We’ve been coming to the same greasy spoon since my boys were old enough to reach the counter stools on their own. Saturday pancakes, extra syrup, chocolate milk in to-go cups. It’s our little tradition.
That morning felt like any other. My older son asked for his usual with a proud “you know what I like,” and my younger one spilled three sugar packets into his lap before the menus even hit the table.
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