I am making my son pancakes.
He eats two and wants two more.
But we are running low on syrup.
Lite Aunt Jemima.
Then I remember we have a small container of syrup from our local diner.
Last week we had french toast to go.
They alway’s pack extra syrup
It is one of the few things I don’t throw out.
So I offer it to him.
He puts it on his pancakes.
And takes a bite.
Then he gets upset.
He tells me it doesn’t taste good.
That this is the syrup for french toast not pancakes.
He tells me this is the worst mistake I have ever made.
And I think how lucky I am to have him for a son.
Because he thinks the worst mistake I’ve ever made raising him is giving him the wrong syrup.