Sunday, October 23, 2005

It's Like Blueberry Pancakes

Saturday at our house means pancakes. It's quick, it's easy, and my husband makes them. I sometimes miss the waffles on Saturdays that I grew up with but since Steve doesn't make waffles, I'm very happy with pancakes.

Yesterday, Joshua asked Steve if we had blueberries so we could have blueberry pancakes. Amazingly enough, we did. Joshua told everybody that daddy was making blueberry pancakes. The kids got all excited. Everybody told me about the pancakes. They were so excited to get something different. Except Matt who declared he did not like blueberries, so steve made some plain ones for him.

So we sit down at the table with our big pile of blueberry pancakes. About halfway through the meal we notice little, gooey purple balls on their plates. They had all been pulling the blueberries out or eating around them. And who else was doing this? why yes. Joshua. He declared he didnt' like blueberry pancakes.

Steve was very frustrated with them and has declared a new family catch phrase. All day anytime someone changed their minds about anything he said "Ah! blueberry pancakes!"

I was going to get all philsophical about this story, but it's like blueberry pancakes, I don't want to anymore. ;)

5 comments:

Helena said...

LOL! Sometimes you just can't please anybody, huh?

Steve said...

dang! you beat me to telling it! I'm glad I'm not the only one that thought it was a little maddening though. Thanks for not making me out to be the crazy one. Even though I am, I'm glad to not have my cover blown!

Love you more,

Steve

Mom said...

I believe it! We always called it "disecting food" at our house. (Is that the correct usage of quotation marks.)
Love you all!

Kristi said...

Amy- this is TOO funny! Even funnnier that you made your own catch phrase out of it!!

Anonymous said...

that's funny. lol