daddy the pancake man

i was surprised this morning when i excitedly said to the kids, "i was thinking we could make blueberry pancakes for breakfast today!" and they did not respond with the same enthusiasm. as the morning progressed, however, i figured out why they may have been a little disappointed and/or confused. i hadn't thought about the fact that it had been quite a long time since i had personally made pancakes, as this has become matt's saturday morning speciality. he's just about got it down to a science, and apparently i hadn't been taking notes. (i tolerate the kitchen; my husband sees it more as an art form.) from the moment i got out the first ingredient, miriam began chiming in: "that's not how daddy does it" and "that's not the pan that daddy uses." she was offering to help quite a bit, almost like "let me show you how we do this, mom." i didn't hear them complaining with the end result, however, but i may just leave the pancake-making to daddy from now on.