pancakes! for dinner?

Yes, I know. We are a wild family. To celebrate Tuesday

("WipeOut Night") and a new fancy griddle,

I decided to make breakfast for dinner.

I even tossed some chocolate chips into the batter.

When I served Jack his plate, with pancakes and a banana,

this is what I heard.

Only not with the positive enthusiasm I had expected:

J: "What? Pancakes? for dinner?"

Me: "Yep. How cool is that?"

J: "Not so cool. I like dinner the old-fashioned, PROPER way."

Me: no comment...I mean, really, what could I possibly say?

(He did, however, EAT the pancakes.

And I think I even saw him smile, too!)