The Man made pancakes for the children.
Drowned in syrup.
Which just adds to the calm atmosphere around here.
Ella dumped her plate of pancakes-drowned in syrup-on her head.
Every time, people. E-ver-y time. When we will learn?
I let her play until she began slurping the bath water.
That also happens e-ver-y time.
And that was Saturday morning.