Patty Cake

John always tells me that I make the best pancakes, but you know John. He is so appreciative that I could serve him cardboard and he would ask for seconds. But today, Owen confirmed that I do indeed make good pancakes. He tried them for the first time this morning, little tiny pieces chock full of blueberries. He grabbed a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, grabbed another, and another, and raised his little arms in the air and laughed and gurgled. Since Owen holds with no civilities or courtesies, we can trust his pure delight in the greatness that is a good pancake.