It was a morning like any other and Helen Parr was stretched to her limit. Almost literally. She sat at the kitchen table, trying to spoon baby food into young Buddy's mouth with one hand, while her other arm stretched upstairs and was attempted to straighten out her husband's tie. One distended leg dug through the living room couch cushions, her nimble toes eventually closing around his lost car keys, while her other leg was employed in emptying the clothes from the basement washer and dryer.
"Mom! Where's my trainers!"
"You burnt through them last week, remember!" she said in exasperation at the young speedster as he sprinted through the kitchen, rattling the plates in the sink and exciting Buddy. The toddler laughed and threw another handful at food. She dodged it.
"Have you seen my clothes for gym class?" Violet asked, poking her head in the kitchen.
She felt her toes pull the soaking wet gym clothes from the washer below. "Oops. Sorry, honey, I forgot to dry them But..."
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