Pancakes for Breakfast

Mark was woken at 6:30 this morning by a sobbing Ada, who then escorted him into the kitchen to a sobbing Eleanor, and then came in to get me. "Ann, Ann, wake up. You've got to come see this."

Backstory: Yesterday, Eleanor came home with a children's cookbook from her school library. I was very enthusiastic about the prospect of little chefs in our house, so we looked through some of the recipes together and I should've known better when she started asking specific questions like "what burner would you use on the stove for this," "what does whisk mean," etc. We also should've known better when Eleanor wanted to sleep in Ada's bed and brought her alarm clock with her.

Well, what it all meant was that these two girls woke up at 5:50 AM and tried to make crepes for us, and in the process, bless their little hearts, melted the measuring spoons on the stove, destroyed the kitchen, Eleanor suffered three burns on her arm, and the crepes (they mixed up the 2 Tbl. oil with the 1 cup milk) were as hard as rocks. Poor babies. They had even set the table with flowers and my favorite pancake toppings: yogurt and jam. They were heartbroken, so what else was there to do but hurry out the door to our favorite pancake spot before the school bell even rang. Sometimes, there is nothing, absolutely nothing better than having your house, or in this case a smoke filled and flour dusted kitchen, full of children.