Sunday mornings are usually routine. We get dressed, eat breakfast, go to church, and then stop at Lowe's to buy what we need for the weekend's honey-do's. And lately, the girls are more and more interested in helping make breakfast. Sometimes I'm okay with it, and sometimes I beg them to go play. Last Sunday was a day when Daddy wanted to make breakfast and needed some help. Pancakes with blueberries, almonds, and chocolate chips anyone?
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