Saturday morning I awake from my slumber. Its a little late in the morning, the bedroom’s empty, and the smell of breakfast fills the air. Mmmmm. As I make my way downstairs and see the girls in semi-nap mode watching TV, I start to realize that the breakfast smell must’ve been from awhile ago, as it doesn’t seem like it was “just prepared” as my nose led me to believe. So I make my way into the kitchen and see pancakes, eggs, sausage, and strawberries all done up nicely like. As I grab my plate, i’m startled because Nariah comes careening into the room.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“What’s wrong baby?”
“Mommy made pancakes!!!”
“I see! I’m going to get a couple! Were they good?”
“Daddy, Mommy made those pancakes with cornbread in them!”
Nariah puts both hands on her head, bends over, and starts shaking slightly like she just caught a bad headache. With her head still down she says:
“It…It…It freaked me out!!!! It really freaked me out daddy! She put cornbread in them!”
“Hahahaha, they freaked you out? So they weren’t good?”
Nariah looks up at me smiling…
“Daddy, they were goooooooooooooooooooooood!”
And she runs back to the living room, leaving me standing there wondering if I had just participated in a cornbread pancake commercial or something.
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