Holidays are glorious things - your life resembles what it does when you're working, but it's the subtle differences that recharge your batteries.
This morning our eldest daughter came to me, after sleeeping in (yeeeehah!) and said, "What can I smell? Is it pancakes?"
I replied, "No, it's not pancakes."
She said, "How about we make some then?"
On holidays, I have the time to make pancakes for the family. So, my daughters and I made them and surprised Mum with them.
(But I still feel like I was just conned.)
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