A Saturday Morning

Breakfast. 

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?

Bath.

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I let her play until she began slurping the bath water.  

So gross.

That also happens e-ver-y time.   

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And that was Saturday morning.

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A Saturday Morning

5 thoughts on “A Saturday Morning

  1. I don’t think your problem is that you haven’t learned. I think your problem is that she is just too darn cute to say no to…

    Our daddy makes pancakes too! Buckwheat blueberry ones are his specialty!

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