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!
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4 comments:
Funny! But I'll say, it sounds like you have very kind critics in your household. :)
Now thats funny!
funny! I made pancakes this morning as well. Meant to make a 1/2 batch but put too much milk in and then had to make a full one and had more pancakes than we could count. The only difference......Mine aren't the homemade kind. what political kids they were!!!! :)
FUNNY. love it. Grammy forgot the sugar in the pumpkin pie once and has still not lived that down.
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