When I was in elementary school, we had sleepovers a lot. There was only one time I stayed at Annie's house, and in the morning, I was SO embarrassed for her. Her mom was still wearing her pajamas and house coat, and she tried to make us pancakes, but they were horrible! One side would be burned, and the middle was still runny.
A note of advice to parents who host sleepovers: if you don't know how to make pancakes, just buy donuts or something. Also, put clothes on.
Perhaps my expectations of pancakes were high because my dad could make perfect pancakes, even making them into shapes of stuff. AND at that time, I could also make perfect pancakes. If a kid could do it, I thought any adult should be able to do it. Jeez, they'd had all those years to learn and practice! But now that I'm an adult and I have lost the skill of making perfect pancakes, I can sympathize with Annie's mom.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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