“What are you doing still awake?” followed by “Do you want a snack?” She would toast us both an English muffin in the toaster that sat on the orange Formica countertop. When the muffins popped up, she would press the hard butter on each one and send them back down into the toaster for another round so that the butter would be extra melted. She would tell me never to do this part because it could cause a fire. “Only adults can do this,” she said. She would shake cinnamon sugar from the plastic bear container with the red lid.
Catherine Bourassa is a writer working on an essay collection. She lives in Connecticut and loves dancing, laughing, and loving on her grandchildren. Find Catherine on Twitter @ckbourassa.