I followed the instructions perfectly. Dropped the batter onto the griddle and made smiley faces out of M&Ms. Butter, maple syrup.
"Why are you making pancakes, mommy?"
"Because Daddy's on a trip."
"We could have eggs or french toast."
"No, Sunday is Pancake Day. Don't worry, they'll taste great."
Three simultaneous bites. Sideways glances at each other. Big gulps of orange juice.
Sigh. "I'm sorry, I suck at making pancakes."
"That's okay, mom, you just have to chew them more and drink lots of juice."
"My tummy hurts."
"I want Daddy."
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