Kitchen Oops

Youngest daughter: More syrup, please.

Oldest son: These pancakes don't taste like usual.

Me: They are the same- eat them.

Youngest daughter: More syrup.
(Gave more syrup)

Oldest child: They really don't taste the same.

Oldest daughter: These don't taste good, Mom.

Me: Just eat them; just because they aren't the same, doesn't mean they aren't good.

Oldest child: They really aren't good, Mom. On my second bite I had to drink my whole cup of milk to swallow it.

Youngest daughter: More syrup.


Light finally dawns on me that I grabbed the box of baking soda when I made my mix this morning rather than baking powder . . . OOPS!

Me (in my mind as I swoop up plates to hand out replacement breakfasts): No, they really DON'T taste the same.

Poor little one who kept eating as long as she had "more syrup"!!

I have made that little mix-ups two other times- once in high school cooking class and once in college or early married years. Hope it is another good while before I do it again! Sorry kids!

Guilty

of pretending that I can't hear my children screaming (with delight) and that I don't know they are playing on my bed (maybe even hanging from the ceiling fan!?) so I can get some things done around the house.

(sigh)