I just had a small story that I thought I'd like to record for posterity, just a Dad prerogative. Abby and I have a tradition of making pancakes together, it goes way back. Though we really hardly ever do it any more, every once in a while she'll get around early Sunday morning and ask if we can make pancakes together and we have a grand time. When you ask Abby why her pancakes taste so good she'll proudly tell you that it's because of all the love she puts in. What you don't realize is that 'Love' is equal parts coughing, sneezing, fingers, and other general unsanitary-ness.
Anyway, Kristin was finishing up some Christmas wrapping and miscellaneous chores this afternoon while I was watching the girls and some Sunday football (mostly football I admit). We decided it would be fun to make red and green pancakes for dinner, in honor of it being Christmas Eve eve, and to stick with a menu that Dad could handle and the girls would enjoy.
Nora and Abby each pulled up a stool and after I added the ingredients, they did the stirring. The funny part of the story is that while Abby added her usual amount of 'Love', this was the first time Nora had mixed pancakes with us and so she got to add her own brand of baking 'Love'. I took a picture for the record.
I'm told it's not obvious if you don't already know, but there are actually stickers mixed in with Nora's pancake. They both love stickers, so I guess I should be proud that they're in the Christmas sharing spirit. And yes, I also guess it shows you how much attention I pay to them while we're cooking and watching football.
Anyway, I removed as many stickers as I could find. I suppose any that made it into the final product were just more fiber right? After that we made giant pancakes and cut them into Christmas shapes. It was a fun evening for all.
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