Jake stood over the growing pool of lemonade. He didn’t bother to move to clean it up, choosing to watch it grow instead.
Everyone has a talent, or so he’d been told. So, over countless attempts, he finally learned what he was good at. Though, his parents didn’t approve.
He smiled as he watched the yellow liquid soak into the small rug his mom kept in front of the sink for traction for when she washed dishes.
He was sure he’d get a spanking, but at least this time he didn’t involve the family dog. Poor Brutus still crapped marshmallows.