Moving your toys

Saturday mornings stretch out slowly for us, a welcome change from the chaos of early weekday mornings. Sometimes you sleep in until 8 a.m. (but not today!). I cook pancakes in my PJs, you watching me measure out mix and milk and pouring oil in the frying pan, which you don't always have the patience for. We sit at the table together and eat slowly and share jokes. You prompt me with a few lyrics and I sing you a song. And so we pass many Saturday mornings like this.