Why is it that my child will eat 8 million pancakes at home but when I take her out for breakfast to meet a friend, she spits the pancakes out, tosses them on the floor, squishes them up in her grubby hands, and then cries because I won't move the plate of pancakes out of her line of vision.
What's THAT about?
30.11.08
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they weren't "Mom's" pancakes - there's a difference, you know! ha-ha
They would be Daddy's pancakes. Mama doesn't do the breakfast cooking!