syrup

We had pancakes for dinner last night. I’m not sure if it makes me a better or worse mother that they were buckwheat. I guess it probably depends on who you ask. Alice-the-syrup-junkie* was questioning the quantity of syrup that had been doled out. Her half-formal, half-colorful declaration made me chuckle:

Alice: Where’s my syrup?

The Mama: It soaked in

Alice: (takes a bite) To my surprise, my syrup got my tongue! It got all twisted up with my tongue. That was tasty!

* Speaking of syrup… Alice has a dear friend named Maple who, when they first became friends, she referred to as (you guessed it) Syrup. Pretty adorable, no?

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