I made Dante some pancakes this morning for breakfast and in the process promptly spilled milk all over my kitchen floor. Alot of milk. As I watched the milk become a small lake, I was thinking back to my childhood.
I don't ever remember my mother ever making pancakes for breakfast. I had a close friend whose mom loved to make eggs for breakfast when I slept over, but my mom I can't remember her ever making them for us.
I hope Dante has good memories of Winter Sunday mornings and my pancakes.
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this sounds so sweet and warmy:) i'm sure he'll appreciate it all!
ReplyDeleteHe did and I appreciated that he left me some!
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