Breakfasts are cheap, as restaurant meals go. The kids and I could split one platter while my husband and I enjoyed quiet conversation.
My first instinct is to slop up some gruel and command them: eat, or go hungry, enough of this nonsense!
Not much grace in that, though. After all, I created the situation. Down South we say that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar--or in this case, waffle syrup. A surprise breakfast in bed brought a little sweetness to our morning.
Tomorrow, Goldilocks and the 3 bears taste test porridge. Keep your fingers crossed, y'all.