While making pancakes for my breakfast for my family it occurred to me: I never get hot off the griddle pancakes. I can cook seven or eight pancakes at a time on my griddle. By the time I have made enough for all my kids and hubby and I'm thinking that I can sit down and eat, someone asks for seconds. Once I give boy #1 his second helping, #2 wants more, then #3, #4, and hubby. When I finally sit down my pancakes are too cold to melt the butter I'm spreading on them. Thus the motherhood definition: Eating Cold Pancakes.
I love my family and will gladly give up hot pancakes for them.
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