June Cleaver?

This morning when we slowly emerged from bed I decided to make homemade, blueberry, buttermilk pancakes, with home made strawberry jam. I had to put my June Cleaver apron on for this. We'll skip the picture here and let your imagination run with it. : )

Tom sat at the table, squirming in his chair, with one of the girls on each side of him. It's a given they'll make out good and they know it. As soon as two pancakes were done, they were on his plate and he was eagerly fixing them up. A pound of butter, a cup of jam, between two pancakes. I said, "I'll make the girls each one. They can't have all the butter and jam." After all, he announced yesterday that Maggie was on a diet.

Tom and the girls all finished the first round about the same time. Tom was diving in for another round. He told the girls he'd fix them another one. I said "no, that's enough for now." He whispered, "I'll give you some of mine. " I heard that! But I didn't let on. I was peeking as he would cut a rectangle piece of pancake. Put a gob of jelly on it, fold it over into a square, top it with a gob of butter, and devour. He fixed the girls their share like that too. At one point I heard, "Come on you guys, I want some too!"

So I decided they were all really hungry or they were enjoying it that much. : )