I make one batch then split it so each kid gets a bowl for their color choice. My eldest remains firmly in the pink camp. My youngest is much more willing to experiment. Thankfully, they will eat any color pancakes.
Even better, these can be frozen between pieces of wax paper. This is critical for my youngest who takes after my baby brother. She wants pancakes every morning and I don't often have the time to make a fresh batch. So, out of the freezer come the leftover pancakes. 30 seconds or so in the microwave and my youngest is a happy kiddo!
Then she came over to me and whispered that she didn't think her dad was going to turn into Santa Claus. I agreed with her. Turns out she really only wanted to meet a reindeer and maybe go for a ride in the sleigh.
Tonight I brought home Little Debbie Oatmeal Cream Pies for my kids. These were one of the treats my grandmother had at her house each time we visited. I grew up thinking they were the best and blame them for my love of soft cookies.
Here's how my eldest reacted to this wonderful treat:
"Oh my God, I remember those from when I was a baby. They taste like rotten bugs."
Incidently she used the same description for the pulled pork I made for dinner. (Here's the recipe I use on FoodNetwork just substitute a crock pot.)
This is evidently her new, current best insult.
So, after she calmed down, we discussed WHY she got rotten bugs for breakfast.
Me: You said all the food I made yesterday tasted like rotten bugs. So today I gave you rotten bugs.
EG: Fine. Next time I'll say it tastes like donuts.
Yeah, she's quick like that. My future as a parent is going to be interesting.