This girl is obsessed with pancakes. She was supposed to be in bed when she ran over to me so excited telling me that she wanted to show me some panckes ("Mommy show pancakes!") I guess she had gotten into Scott's lunch bag and found some "pancakes" that he hadn't eaten. She checks his bag on a regular basis ever since she found a stray Oreo there once. 
Here she is carefully flipping them over. Just in case you can't tell by the picture these are dried apricots.
Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.
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