My teenage daughter was in the kitchen making breakfast this afternoon. (Yes, this afternoon. She's a bit of a night owl.) I heard the blender going and wondered what in the world she was making. About ten minutes after that, I noticed a putrid odor.Something was burning. I knew it was time to investigate.
What I found was a huge mess, and something that vaguely resembled a pancake sitting in the skillet on the stove. My daughter was standing there, with a wooden spatula in her hand.
"Girlfriend," I said. "What exactly are you doing?"
"I'm making banana pancakes, Mom."
I nodded, trying not to say anything sarcastic. "Do you need any help?"
"No, Mom. It's under control. I'm making them just like you do - burnt!"
I want to let you know, I'll be out of the office for a little while, so I won't be posting. But don't worry, I'm sure I'll have a ton of stories when I return! See you when I get back!