Pancaked
Perhaps, we will go out. Grandma will get
A break from making breakfast?
Not! But the kid likes Grandma’s hot
Cakes,
And I love this
Kid, in a syrupy kind of way.
Egads, I better get cooking, butter in the pan;
Deadly, this-kid-is-hungry-looks.
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