We're having chicken for breakfast again today. Papa usually likes his sunny side up while Bimbim and I like ours scrambled. Virgil is too young to eat real food yet mommy says. I pull out my hanky from my pocket to wipe the ketchup that dripped down my chin and read the printed letters on it out loud Saturday. Its market day today I tell Papa; he looks up from the newspaper he's reading and smiles. I smile back, because I know that he is going to take me with them to the market. Bimbim never wants to go anyway; she just stays home with Yaya Malou and reads her storybooks. Last Saturday she said that she read the Little Mermaid seven times. Virgil sleeps all day, so he stays at home too. Babies are so boring.
One of my jobs during market day is to check the boxes that Papa puts in the back of our gray van. The big boxes go first; I read the labels out loud: Chinese Laundry, Nixit, Lemon and Bonjour. I always have a hard time saying that last word so I just blurt out 'Good day' m