A Chip Off the Old Block

My teenage daughter was in the kitchen making breakfast this afternoon.  (Yes, this afternoon. She's a bit of a night owl.)  I heard the blender going and wondered what in the world she was making.  About ten minutes after that, I noticed a putrid odor.Something was burning. I knew it was time to investigate.

What I found was a huge mess, and something that vaguely resembled a pancake sitting in the skillet on the stove.  My daughter was standing there, with a wooden spatula in her hand.

"Girlfriend," I said.  "What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm making banana pancakes, Mom."

I nodded, trying not to say anything sarcastic.  "Do you need any help?"

"No, Mom.  It's under control.  I'm making them just like you do - burnt!"  




I want to let you know, I'll be out of the office for a little while, so I won't be posting.  But don't worry,   I'm sure I'll have a ton of stories when I return!  See you when I get back!