On Sunday morning, Little Miss hopped into bed with me to snuggle for a few minutes while my husband headed downstairs to make himself some coffee. As we lay cuddled together, I asked her if there was anything she particularly wanted for breakfast.
She looked at me blankly. Nothing was coming to mind, and I could see the panic start to creep across her face that she couldn’t come up with an option.
What about an omelette, Sweet Pea? Or oatmeal? Or maybe we could make something, since we have some time this morning.
Her face lit up like the Christmas tree we uhhhhh just took down last night. Oooooo could we have pancakes and bacon? Or waffles? she began to bounce up and down on my bed in excitement.
Wellllll, I thought about it slowly. Maybe Daddy would be willing to make pancakes if you ask him very nicely.
Right. Because you can’t make pancakes. If you tried to make pancakes, it would be a big disaster, wouldn’t it? Little Miss peered at me with concern in her eyes. Ok, so the wee ones don’t know I can make pancakes. I figure my husband has to have one special dish that he’s in charge of, right?
Ummmm, it’s just that Daddy is so good at making pancakes, so that’s his job, Sweetie, I hastily corrected.
Okie dokie! she popped off the bed and headed downstairs. Daddy! Daddy, Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddyyyyyyyy! I need you to make pancakes for breakfast. It’s what we’re eating today. Can I help you make them?
So much for asking. But boy does Little Miss have a knack for getting her way!