They are making pancakes. Jake loves pancakes. He can't cook them, but he loves eating stacks of them. He can, and has, eaten himself sick on them. He plans on doing so again this morning and then collapsing on the couch for the rest of the morning, digesting.
"Pancakes!" He chugs down the second glass of juice and grins. "Show me oh wise father."
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They are making pancakes. Jake loves pancakes. He can't cook them, but he loves eating stacks of them. He can, and has, eaten himself sick on them. He plans on doing so again this morning and then collapsing on the couch for the rest of the morning, digesting.
"Pancakes!" He chugs down the second glass of juice and grins. "Show me oh wise father."