Lately, I’ve been talking with my daughter about growing up and acting appropriately at different (st)ages of our life. She’s 8, going on 18 many days, but there are also a few days when she knows she’s the baby of the family and milks it for all it’s worth.
Today was one of those days.
In my last post, you may remember me mentioning I recently gave up sugar. Now, my lifestyle change has not really impacted the rest of the family, for the most part! But, since I’m not going to make traditional American pancakes and dump a ton of sugar on top of them anymore, my son has decided to become our new breakfast chef – at least for those pancakes; and, also for french toast.
He got to work.
For some reason, the electric stove was not warming up and so his pancakes weren’t turning brown, even after a very….long….wait. I felt kind of bad for the guy, after all that effort, so I decided we could leave the mess in the kitchen for awhile and I walked the kids over to the bakery for some local pfannkuchen.
After receiving our order, we sit down and my daughter immediately says, “Mom, will you cut my pancakes for me?” I looked at her, smiled, and said, “I think you are big enough to do it yourself. Give it a try.” Her reply, as sweet as possible, “I know I can do it. I’m just not really in the mood to………cut my own food.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, I’m not really in the mood to…be a mom.”
And then we laughed.
Thankfully, the kids thought I was joking.
But, I was serious.
Until tomorrow, friends –
Cheers & Champagne,
P.S. She cut her own pancakes.