The Pancakes didn't stand a chance. How could they? They were up against a three-year old girl who had just spent an hour playing up and down a jungle gym.
Besides, they were pretty. Little girls adore "pretty."
Golden brown. Crisped on the edges. They came with sweet, dark brown Maple Syrup.
As soon as that plate was presented to my three-year old friend at the DUMBO General Store, I knew the Pancakes were goners.
Oh, and the way she grabbed one of the warm round cakes without any hesitation, joyfully dunking half the darn thing in the syrup and shoving it into her mouth - it was the perfect embodiment of unbridled glee.
Needless to say, I was jealous. Me, relegated to the constraints of a fork and knife. Harumph!
To make matters worse, she even had that hot pink sippy cup.
Life can be so unfair.
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