For breakfast today Jeremy made us pancakes from scratch. They were pretty good too! We sat down at the table to chow down and Noah was very disappointed to see that his pancake did not come with syrup.
That's right, this mean mom didn't give him any syrup because I hate cleaning up the sticky stuff! So Noah began to pout and marched over to the fridge. I didn't care because I knew that wasn't where the syrup was. Noah dug around for a moment and finally emerged from the fridge. When he returned to the table he was carrying a bottle of mustard!
For heaven's sake child, if you need something on your pancake that bad I will just give you some syrup. When it came down to it, I'd rather clean up the syrup than watch him eat mustard on his pancakes.