It's been 20 years, 3 weeks and 4 days since I last ate homemade pancakes and I feel that's exactly 20 years, 3 weeks and 4 days too long. We
Sunday morning arrives and this little human stands at my door waiting to jump into bed with us. We spent some time laying and not talking which, is absolutely lovely by the way. Said little human then turns to me and whispers "the magic word is Pancakes, so when Uncle Tim says Pancakes we can get out of bed and go cook some breakfast". I can't argue with that logic or the fact that we had a magic word in our midst.… After we constructed a giant pillow fort and the announcement of the magic word, we were downstairs spilling syrup over our pyjamas quicker than you can say Pancake.