So I have one picky eater, and one who will eat all day, if I let her.
Pete took them to the local pancake house for breakfast this morning (fast becoming a weekend tradition, where I get to sleep in a little and then make and eat my breakfast while its still hot!). Nik got pancakes, and Anju got the french toast (kids portion).
I thought Pete knew better. [I always get her a regular order, and Nik the kids portion.]
Because she inhaled that and told him: “I want more. Peeeeese?”
So he ordered her another portion, which she then proceeded to inhale. And then ate some of his toast with jam.
Wonder what the waitress thought.