It was the last day of July, and boy, was it a scorcher. Joe was sitting in the front yard, getting Katrina to walk longer distances, when his phone buzzed with a message. He waited until Katrina toddled into his arms to answer it.
Elizabeth sent: Hey I'm gonna be in town this weekend (11:58 am)
Elizabeth sent: Mind if I swing by? (11:58 am)
A visit? Why, of course! After all, Lizzie knew Heather much longer than he had; it was inly fair that she should get to spend time with her daughter.
Joseph sent: 😃👍 (11:59 am)
The next day, the first of August, it was around lunchtime when Lizzie came a-knocking on the door. "Heya, Joey boy," she said when she was welcomed in. She took something out of her purse. "I picked up some of these for ya." She showed him; they were fruit snack pouches. "I hear these are great for babies who are getting into solids."
Joe checked out the packaging. It was small, with a little mouthpiece on the top; perfectly designed for little mouths and fingers. "Penses-tu qu'elle va aimer?" (You think she'll like it?)
"Please," said Lizzie. "I'll get her to try it or my name isn't Elizabeth Powers!"
The two went into the kitchen, where Katrina was sitting impatiently in her high chair. She was hungry! Lizzie quickly showed Joe exactly how the pouch worked before she handed it to Katrina. Katrina, seemingly knowing exactly what to do, put it in her mouth and squished some of the fruity goodness onto her taste buds.
"See, she loves it," said Lizzie. Indeed she did; Katrina ate every last bit of the pouch's contents. "What a big girl," she cooed over her. Katrina grinned.
"Un second, je veux-lui encore marcher." (One second, I want her to walk again.) Joe went to the end of the hallway, while Lizzie got Katrina out of the high chair. Lizzie put her on the ground, and Katrina didn't just walk to her father; she ran! Joe picked her up, and she squealed and giggled. "Bon travail, Katie." (Good job, Katie.)
"She has her mother's spunk," said Lizzie, ruffling Katrina's hair.
