She tried every color of paint, trying to keep her daughter occupied. “Mommy, I just feel it!”
“Feel what, silly?”
“I feel it in my tummy, lemony pie”. Mary knew lemon tarts shaped like hearts were her daughter’s favorite, even preferred meringue to whipped cream for topping.
“Well, I guess we could make some. They’re your daddy’s favorite too.” Mary finished cleaning up and storing the messy paints thinking she would indulge her daughter. Of course, pleasing her family caused Mary ultimate pleasure. “Can you help me squeeze out the lemon juice,” knowing well it was her daughter’s favorite contribution.