The Simpsons wanted a pancake Saturday morning, but not the clean-up it takes, so we went out to the Jukebox Diner. Andy ended up with a waffle and I got French toast, so no actual pancakes were consumed, but it was definitely a pancake memory. Call me crazy, but we actually had a relaxing breakfast out with a toddler. There were no loud noises, no fits over too-slow food (which is surprising since he had to wait almost an hour from wake-up moment to eating moment), no throwing food or sippy cups. But it wasn't just what didn't happen, it was what Levi did do. He made his so-completely-happy-I-can't-stand-it faces of joy when the food arrived. He waved and said bye-bye to a group of patrons leaving the restaurant. He ate so neatly he didn't require a bib. And when we left and walked past the juke box, he pointed to the bubbly lights and said bubbles.
Great pancake memory.
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