Pancakes

My favorite Farmers Market had a pancake breakfast this morning, with a side of reading children's books about pancakes. So of course we went! The vendors are so sweet there! At the very first booth, the gentleman let Karston select a zinnia (orange), and the lady asked me if we knew about the pancakes and books. Oh yes, I said, that's why Karston's here. then I had to explain that actually Cale is allergic to milk and eggs, so he can only eat the pancakes I make special for him. Oh dear, she said, and very sweetly offered me some edamame for him. So then I had to say soy was on Cale's list of allergies too. She agreed that it's fortunate I cook (bonus that I enjoy it).

Then we discovered The Worst Thing In The World, according to Cale: pancakes that he's not allowed to eat. Oh, he cried! So we walked back to the car for juice and less temptation. One of the other shoppers, who was either very cautious or had overheard my allergy conversation, tried to distract Cale with his car keys. Brave man, to let a DangerBaby like Cale touch his keys, but Cale wasn't interested in jingling keys this time. So after having me read the ingredients, he offered Cale a chunk of the artisan flat bread he had just purchased. Cale cheered right up for that treat! Keep in mind, we had all just eaten, not that that matters to Cale. I'm not sure of the decorum of hugging strangers at your local farmers market, but everyone there was so sweet to our boys!

Karston ate half of a huge pancake, and we enjoyed green beans with dinner.