The Golden Arches.

At least once a week, Papa will decide he needs to come home for breakfast. We'll kiss him good-bye, tell him to have a good day at work and then, less than an hour after he's left, we will hear him walk back in the door. Most of the time, he'll have a bag full of McDonald's pancakes for him and the boy and a yogurt parfait for me.

Needless to say, Papa was excited once the babe started eating yogurt. He could bring breakfast home for the entire family. Two pancake breakfast. Two yogurt parfaits. A large tea. (Like how the tea is strategically placed to hide the wenis?)

Last week, Evan decided the yogurt isn't going to cut it any more. He's hanging with the guys from here on out. If his papa and brother eat pancakes then so will he.

I deemed pancakes safe for our toothless babe.

He declared his love for the fluffy bread goodness.

From here on out, it is pancakes for three. Yogurt for one.