Recently Barb had written about how when she was growing up her family would sometimes have Pancakes for Dinner. We had one such dinner last night. Payday was two days away and I hadn’t a clue what to fix for dinner. I remembered that we had been given a Mickey Mouse waffle iron that we hadn’t used yet and I thought the kids would enjoy having mouse head-shaped waffles. And boy, did they! Both kids got such a kick out of eating “mouse heads” for dinner and they scarfed them right down. It was rather amusing to hear them say in their cute toddler voices, “More mouse head, please?”
And so another great memory was made, not because I planned some elaborate family-bonding scheme, but simply because it was the end of the pay period and I had to scramble to get something for dinner. Isn’t that just the way life goes?