About every other week I’ll make pancakes for dinner. The kids love it! But there’s one problem. I’m not much of a June Cleaver making pancakes on weekend mornings, so the other day when I offered them pancakes for breakfast, they freaked out.
Pancakes for breakfast??? You should have seen the looks they gave me. You would have thought I offered to make them steak.
I’ve clearly corrupted their brains more than I thought.
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