I'm not sure what prompted it, but Blake (son #2) asked me to teach him to make pancakes from scratch a few nights ago. We made a triple batch together and it was so successful that his brothers went through them like a horde of locusts - there were 2 pancakes left when they finally declared themselves full.
Blake pestered me all day yesterday to let him make pancakes again. I told him I was rationing our milk to the end of the week, so he needed to wait. Today, he made a double batch of pancakes for breakfast. This time he was flying about 90% solo. Not only did he do a great job, he decided to get fancy with it. I showed him how to make Mickey Mouse pancakes and he took it to a whole new level. He was making T-Rexes, scary clowns, hearts, and even carrot-shaped pancakes. Son #1 and I decided the pancake images were a bit like clouds, they required a bit of imagination to get the full effect.
It was a sad moment when all the batter was gone and I wouldn't let him whip up another batch. Blake asked if he could take on odd jobs to buy more pancake making supplies. Apparently my grocery rationing is coming in between a boy and his dream. Maybe I do need to get around to buying our own Jersey cow after all - then he could make pancakes whenever his heart desired.