pancake aspirations
Clara has informed us that she wants to be a pancake when she grows up. Like the IHOP mascot that waves on the corner of the street. She talks about this when she first wakes up in the morning, and when she goes to sleep at night. “Clara PANCAKE. Wave hiiii. Byyyyye.”
There are worse things a girl could be doing on a street corner. And she IS quite a good waver!
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Jul 9th 2009
Steve and I got the biggest kick out of this post. We frequent (much too frequently) the Hollywood Video on this very corner and regularly run into “Susie”, the stuffed pancake. While we are always *sympathetic* (after all it’s hot in there and contains a well-establish colony of germs from previous IHOP employees), we always *enjoy* waving back. I will keep in mind that someday Susie will actually contain our little friend Clara. She’ll be the best little waver, a prodigy it seems! : )
Jul 9th 2009
You got 32 seconds of great video! As soon as the kids know the phone is aimed at them, they have to see the screen which means I have 3 seconds of great video.
Jul 9th 2009
On the topic of pancakes…have you tried Batter Blaster? It’s pancake batter — in a CAN! Seriously. You just heat up your griddle and squirt the batter on there. And it’s all organic — and as an added bonus, my kids actually LOVE it! It’s in the refrigerated aisle, with the eggs or milk. http://www.batterblaster.com
Jul 10th 2009
Like That! Like That! (he say it on my monitor and now has to have it on repeat). Clara’s a star.
Jul 11th 2009
when i was little i wanted to be a bridge.
it was awesome to see her. great post!
Jul 12th 2009
when asher was small he announced again and again that he would be ‘a porcupine and an eyeball’. *huh?* you know we still pull that one out every so often. clara is just sweet.
Jul 14th 2009
Last night I asked Kaylyn what she wanted to be when she grew up. I was hoping for something cute (like a pancake) but she said she wanted to be a soccer player. So then I aked her if maybe she’d rather be a pancake instead, and she said, “NOOOO! Not a PANCAKE! That’s sticky!”
Aug 22nd 2009
We had an art docent (someone’s mom, right?) come to class with Picasso prints when I was in kindergarten. I went home and told mom I wanted to be a cubist when I grew up. She heard “Cuban” and, not batting an eyelash, proceeded to attempt to dissuade me from emigration with a discussion on the difficulties of being a feminist in a communist country. Priceless!