It’s great when you can see their little minds churning when they’re deep in thought. On this day, we observed Olivia contemplating just how to celebrate a Sunday brunch at home. We told her that we’d be eating pancakes, a pronouncement to which was met with pensive gaze. A second later, she was off her chair, atop her stool, and rifling through the kitchen drawer of random items. She grabbed a box of birthday candles and stuck one in each of our hot cakes. We were then commanded to sing “Happy Birthday.” To pancakes. And syrup too.
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