Pancake Panic

(sits down at hotel restaurant)

Me: “Good news kids, today you get to experience the majestic grandeur of a hotel breakfast buffet.”

(still standing)

Danger Monkey, age 10: “Why are we eating HERE?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I don’t like it here.”

Me: “Give it a chance. It’s pretty awesome. I mean, they have lots of bacon.”

DM: “Meh.”

LMT: “I hate this place.”

Me: “You guys need to be more open to new experiences. You’ll discover cool new things.”

DM: “Can we go somewhere else?”

LMT: “I’ll just sit here and draw pictures. When you’re done, you can take me somewhere else.”

Me: “Oh, did I mention they have unlimited pancakes and…”

(two child-shaped dust clouds appear where children used to be)

Me: “… syrup.”

Do… nuts

Me: “Breakfast time, kids.”

(silence)

Me: “Please come downstairs, kids.”

(silence)

Me: “Fresh eggs and bacon.”

(silence)

Me: “We also need to finish up all those leftover do…”

(three children instantly appear at breakfast table)

“…nuts.”

Ham It Up

Me: “How is your turkey sandwich?”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “It’s OK, I guess.”

Me: “Yeah, between you and me, turkey is kind of dull. What could we put on there to make it better? Maybe mayonnaise? Avacado? Sliced tomatoes?”

DM: “How about ham… and bacon!”

Me: (pause) “You make me so proud, son.”