Last night we served the kids blueberry pancakes for dinner, with banana slices and milk. Arlo requested that his have a happy face on top, so I made eyes and a nose with Cheerios... then I went to the fridge to look for something to use for the smile.
There, in the refrigerator door, was a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup (something we occasionally have in the house, primarily for the use of my husband, the primary sweet tooth in residence.)
I pulled out the bottle. Arlo saw what was in my hand and he started laughing maniacally.
"Who's the best Mom in the whole world?" I said, as I shook the bottle. (I felt like I might as well have been saying "Who's your DADDY? C'mon, say my NAME!")
"YOU ARRRRRRRRE!" he gleefully screamed.
I don't care what you say. As I squeezed a ribbon of chocolate across my son's pancake-happy-face dinner, I really did feel like the best Mom on Earth.
(P.S. For the record, they were organic multigrain pancakes, with real blueberries mixed in.)
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I was going to comment, but then I remembered you don't care what I say.
No judgement here. Frozen fishsticks were a major staple in our house when I was a kid. I still love them, I admit it.
Also, every time I enter my home there is a verifiable herd of domestic pets clamoring for a treat. Cute goes a long way at my house.
Hee hee. Amen, sister. Been there!
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