That’s Mommy’s Job
As soon as I heard Aidan making noises around 7:30am on Sunday morning, I threw on some sweats and a hat, scooped him up and we headed to breakfast. We split a plate of pancakes, 2 fried eggs & some bacon. We were munchin’ away, enjoying a quiet restaurant with only a couple other people dining that early in the morning. We had a great time together and buttermilk pancakes never tasted so good. But the only thing sweeter than the syrup was Aidan saying, “Mommy takes care of Aidan. That’s Mommy’s job.” Love him!
