Why do I bother pouring and mixing and spilling and flipping and buttering and all that jazz when the pancake is going to be picked apart by little human crow'esque fingers just to get the chips out? Why don't I just dump some gooey chocolate chips on a paper plate and call it breakfast?
Who do you feel worse for? Me or these disemboweled pancake carcassses?
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4 comments:
works for me.
"Mother of the Year" for the effort.
still look kinda yummy to me! But then again anything looks yummy to me!
I agree w/ Alice...you get an A for effort Mom!
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