On Saturday we went to the Boy Scouts pancake breakfast in Waverly. When we got Ellie up we told her about it and she got really excited. We took advantage of that and used it to keep her heading in the right direction all morning: “Ellie, lets get dressed so we can go have pancakes!” “Ellie, get your shoes so we can go have pancakes!” It worked pretty well. When we got there we got a plate for Ellie with one pancake. And what what pancake breakfast is complete without sausage? So she also had a sausage patty on her plate. We sit down and get her in her chair and give Ellie her plate and she says “pancake! COOKIE” and grabs the sausage with both hands like a hamburger. I grab her arm to stop her and tell her it’s not a cookie it’s sausage. She just looked at me and said “Cookie!” and then put a big bite in her mouth. Her face went from really excited to someone just told her Santa is a big jerk. Then she tried to put the sausage on the table as far away from her as she could get it and would have nothing to do with it the rest of breakfast. But she loved the pancake, which she also tried to eat like a hamburger.