Sometimes, in the eyes of my children, I am Evil personified. I make them tidy their rooms, do their homework, eat vegetables and brush their hair. I have often walked from the infants area at school up to Juniors with BabyDragon's proclamation "You're Evil mummy!" ringing in my, and 100s of other parents', ears. Usually without any idea of what exactly I've done. Certainly I've not concocted a plan for world domination using child labour and shared this with her on the playground number square.
However, sometimes it is really easy to be the Best Mum Ever. I give you.... home made waffles.
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| Mmm... butter & honey |
Rather more often than I should, I open the fridge to discover there is not enough milk for everyone to have cereal for breakfast. In order to cover this slovenly mishap, I ask who'd like waffles for breakfast as this only takes 300ml of milk. The result is enthusiastic shrieking, bouncing and, usually, requests to help. Obviously, being Dragons, they are always on the look out for bickering opportunity and the debate over who gets the first waffles takes care of that nicely.
The waffle maker I bought from Tchibo many years ago has served us well. Waffles are less labour intensive than pancakes and have fewer opportunities to set light to the frying butter, burn your fingers on the frying pan or fluff the toss and end up with a happy spaniel and a sobbing child. Which raises the question : why do pancakes never stick to the ceiling like they do in cartoons?
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