My oldest turned 17 today. (why yes, I AM old, thank you.) He wanted to go to IHOP for lunch. I was a good kid. I ordered a big steak omelet and coffee. I sipped my coffee with splenda for a bit until my omelet came out, slid my pancakes out of the way alllll the way to the side. I let my food cool while my coffee settled, then I picked about 2 oz of steak and cheese out of my omelet. Now the hubby has a massive omelet and 3 pancakes for leftovers.
The kids ate like... well... teenagers. They had lunch, refills on beverages, and dessert. The birthday boy did ask for a box and brought home his free birthday chocolate pancake. It's loud. It's talking to me from the fridge. It has chocolate chips in it. I am not going in the kitchen for the rest of the night for fear of the birthday pancake. It's evil. In a bad way.
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