Every Sunday morning at my house pancakes are on the menu for breakfast. Sundays are special family time in our house. Sunday is the only day we are all together for breakfast as my husband leaves well before 7am each morning and works most Saturdays also.
On a Sunday morning at least one of my children will crawl in to my bed and whisper not so softly in my ear, "mum, how long until pancakes?". I normally roll back over at this point and pretend to go back to sleep until a second child arrives in the room asking, "mum, how long until pancakes?". At this point I put my head under the pillow and prepare myself for my youngest to wake up. She never says good morning, the first words out of her mouth in the morning is always, "I'm hungrine Mumma". One of her siblings will then tell her that we are having pancakes and she then proceeds to jump up and down saying' "yay! pancakes!, come on Mumma". At this point there is no avoiding it I have to get up, it is pancake day after all!