Friday instead of coffee, I made hot chocolate for breakfast and took it with me in my travel mug.
Today I made John a snowman pancake and (with no prompting, begging, or whining from him) got out the chocolate syrup to give him eyes, mouth, and buttons. He got upset because it wasn't regular syrup, so I licked the chocolate syrup off myself.
On an unrelated note, guess which on of my aunts is here to visit for a week.
(hint: she's my least favorite).
