One of my fatherly duties is weekend breakfast. We usually eat a hot breakfast of some kind; pancakes, eggs/bacon/potatoes/toast, omelettes, waffles... weekend mornings are always fun.
Now that Grayson is here, I'm honing my Mickey Mouse pancake skills. (With all due respect to Disney's copyright.) I used to make them for Courtney all the time, but it's been a while. Here's this morning's effort, with blueberry pancake batter:
Em and I had to split his, since he's still on the bottle. I hope he learns who Mickey Mouse is, since it would be a real bitch trying to make a Bob the Builder cake.
My folks (mostly Mom and Grandpa) made me Mickey cakes as a little boy. It's one of my great childhood memories.