Before I tell this lovely story let me give you a little background information. Every Christmas the Haymond tradition is to meet at Mamo and Papa’s house (Mike’s grandparents) and eat Hawaiian pancakes. This is a recipe that Papa made up. In the pancake batter you add coconut, pineapple, and other things I can’t remember. Then, before you eat it, you cover it with melted butter, powdered sugar and sliced bananas. They try to eat as many as they can. I say they because I have never become a huge fan and I guess that is why I am not yet a true Haymond. Well, Mallory shares my feelings about the pancakes.
At our house we eat Waffles for breakfast, hardly ever pancakes. Well, this morning I only had enough milk to make pancakes. When Mallory woke up I got her a pancake and cut it up. She looked at it and started screaming, like out of control, throw yourself on the floor, kicking and shrieking. She wouldn’t even talk to me she was so upset. I figured out that she did not want a pancake. She would not settle down. I just kept saying, “Eat your pancake”. She made the babies cry she was so loud. So I decided to ignore her and help Jack and Annie. I put Jack in the tub which is always a hoot (I’ll have to post about that later). Jack being in the tub distracted Mal enough that she started to settle down so I asked her if she could tell me her problem.
She said, ” I hate pancakes.”
I said, “You like waffles and pancakes better than cereal.”
She said, “No I don’t. I hate pancakes.”
I said “Pancakes taste just like waffles but without the bumps.”
She said,”No, I ate one at Mamo’s and at the cabin and I hate them.”
I said, “I didn’t make Hawaiian pancakes. I just made waffles that are flat.”
She said, “OH” and went to the kitchen and ate her flat waffle!
Talk about a breakdown in communication!!!!!
