There is a commercial on TV (I think it's for Target) that shows a woman cooking pancakes in the shape of a teddy bear. I saw it the other day and randomly said to Eddie, "I want a teddy bear pana-cake (I still haven't outgrown the habit of pronouncing it pana-cake)."
He replied, "Just to clarify, do you want a teddy bear pana-cake, or a teddy bear piano cake?"
After a moment of contemplation, I jokingly decided, "Both."
To my surprise and delight, the next morning Eddie was in the kitchen creating a masterpiece breakfast of teddy bear pancakes, complete with strawberry eyes and chocolate chip buttons. They were as adorable as they were delicious.
Today, after a long day of work, I came home to heavenly sweet scent. Eddie was baking. When the egg timer dinged, he stayed in the kitchen with his creation until finally he called me in to unveil it. It was a teddy bear cake. I mean, an actual 3-D bear covered in frosting. He apologized that there was no piano to go with the teddy bear piano cake. We haven't tasted him yet, but I have a feeling he'll taste as good as he looks as well.
He replied, "Just to clarify, do you want a teddy bear pana-cake, or a teddy bear piano cake?"
After a moment of contemplation, I jokingly decided, "Both."
To my surprise and delight, the next morning Eddie was in the kitchen creating a masterpiece breakfast of teddy bear pancakes, complete with strawberry eyes and chocolate chip buttons. They were as adorable as they were delicious.
Today, after a long day of work, I came home to heavenly sweet scent. Eddie was baking. When the egg timer dinged, he stayed in the kitchen with his creation until finally he called me in to unveil it. It was a teddy bear cake. I mean, an actual 3-D bear covered in frosting. He apologized that there was no piano to go with the teddy bear piano cake. We haven't tasted him yet, but I have a feeling he'll taste as good as he looks as well.
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