Fancy Flapjacks*

Over the weekend, George and the girls bought a griddle, some fancy food coloring and a big ole box of Bisquick.  Breakfast will never be the same.
 
The breakfast of clever little champions?
A good breakfast can improve your observational skills. 
"Did you see that giant squirrel, Lili?"

*British friends, these are obviously American style flapjacks, also known as pancakes.

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Why Momma Loves the Maxi Dress said…
It takes alot to impress me...cause I'm cool like 'dat. I am impressed, very impressed.
October 27, 2010 at 10:12 AM
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