Flapjacks

As Ainslee and I were laying in bed, gently waking this morning, I was asking her what she wanted me to fix for breakfast. I was listing the typical breakfast foods we have when she burst out with "flapjacks!". "Like Father Bears flying flapjacks?" I said. "Yes, flying flapjacks!" We made our way to the kitchen to make some flying flapjacks. Ainslee poured and mixed everything and flipped the flapjacks herself.


She set the table all on her own and we enjoyed her Flying flapjacks.