In our house, our girls get up every morning and run into our bedroom to hang out for a few minutes of quality cuddle time. After those few minutes are up they drag our sorry asses out of bed and start looking for breakfast. Now this is when I head for the shower to get ready for work. My wife heads downstairs and gets the Farty Pants breakfast order from the girls. It is always the same…. Waffles.

Now lest you think we are talking about Eggo waffles, you would be sadly mistaken. We are talking homemade waffles whipped up from scratch. Every morning, my wife creates a new flavor of waffles for the girls to try. They are usually the same variation on a whole wheat / something else variety.

The Farty Pants twins have developed a sophisticated waffle pallet. They know a good waffle from a bad waffle. They know when Mom is having an off day. We all know when they know, because when the waffle is not up to their exacting standards, we hear about it. Big time!

So, the breakfast challenge my wife endures every morning has had its successes and failures. Today we had a BIG success. This is measured by how fast the waffle was SUCKED down. And the winner? It was some sort of pumpkin concoction that had cinnamon and possible banana and wheat germ.

Yeah, let the shitting begin.

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