He sat her down and held her close before telling her the terrible news. She'd asked him several times. He'd understood the request clearly, and still he failed. He forgot to take the muffins out of the oven. Her head fell into her hands as she began crying. He looked away, ashamed for having forgotten such a simple request. "Fourteen minutes" he could still hear her repeating. That's all he had to do was pay attention for fourteen minutes, and he failed.
The next day she came downstairs to a wonderful aroma. "Muffins?" she exclaimed. Sitting at the front of the kitchen table was. . . not muffins. It was coffee. "I may not be able to bake muffins" he said. "But I can make muffin flavored coffee!"
She rolled her eyes but smiled, took the mug, and sat next to him. Grimacing after the first sip she asked "What flavor muffin coffee is this honey?" And with a wide smile he replied "Banana."
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