In my mind, on the list of what Daddy’s are supposed to do, right up there with horsey rides and threatening boyfriends, is make pancakes. And since Christmas, when Mommy bought me a Griddler, I have dutifully made pancakes every weekend.
Needless to say, pancakes are a hit.
In fact, now that Swee’Pea’s vocabulary has grown to the point where she is making
demands requests, she pretty much wants pancakes every morning. Unfortunately for her, pancakes are not an option during the week so for the past week she has been pissed off disappointed when finding that oatmeal was on the breakfast menu instead of pancakes.
So today being Saturday, I was excited to finally tell my sweet little girl that she was getting pancakes for breakfast. I woke up early and prepared beautiful golden brown pancakes with a little dab of low fat butter substitute (mmmmmm…) and a drop of syrup on each pancake for a little touch of sweetness – just how she likes ‘em. I chopped ‘em up into little bite size pieces and presented them to m’lady for her approval.
She took a bite and smiled. I smiled back, happy to give my little girl what she had been craving the entire week. Pancakes for my little girl. I was satisfied.
Then, my sweet little girl looked up into my eyes, put her hands out to the side with her palms facing up and asked…
Yes, Swee’Pea, you’re driving your father bananas.
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