this morning #837.

this morning, both of my children had chosen this particular moment to pan my pancakes. my six-year-old, through a mouth full of food, exclaimed that “these taste like butts.” the teen, with her penchant for dark humor, was far more biting, describing them as “a perfect excuse for an eating disorder.” on the outside, i laughed along. inside i was all “this is the thanks i get for trying to introduce buckwheat into my kids’ diets.” i was so close to giving up & living like all the other moms, weak women who’d been bullied into letting their kids have soda & cheetos for breakfast. with a sigh, i took a seat, dug in & instantly understood. my kids were right. buckwheat pancakes totally taste like styrofoam.