I cooked pancakes for the kids today. It must have been quite a while since the last time I cooked pancakes, because the children were both shocked and profusely grateful. Livia, who scored the first pancake, said, “I’m proud of you, Mom!” After they finished stuffing their bellies, Marshall said, “I loved those pancakes so much that I’d marry them if they weren’t in my stomach.”
So, this leaves me with a dilemma. Should I cook pancakes more often and make my sweet, wonderful kids happy more often? Or should I wait a while so that they’ll really appreciate it when I make pancakes for them again? 😉