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Nobody told me when we moved out here, how far I'd be from ice cream.  I ran out, and it's been a source of anguish for like a good five days.  It's not that I haven't had opportunity during the week to go out and buy some, but I can't let the circus of children come with me or they would know. And if they know, they want me to share.  I'm just not into that. I may have mentioned my closet eating before.  This falls into that category.  

Speaking of loving ice cream, Fischer has a similar passion for all things bread related.  But he is particularly fond of French toast, pancakes, and waffles.  You can imagine his elation then, when he and his brother were unexpectedly gifted their very own waffle maker.  This isn't just any waffle iron either.  This thing creates waffle building blocks.  Yes, it does.  Consequently, Sawyer, who isn't a lover of the breakfast breads, was almost as pumped as his brother.  There was no question I'd be making waffles the next morning.  

Sawyer was anxious to get building and chose to take the first waffles off the iron for his creation.  You know the first pancake, crepe or waffle is usually garbage and this was no exception, but you can't argue with a six-year-old who already knows all things.  He got to work.  Fischer waited for round two, which definitely showed improved structural integrity.  By the time, I was done, I realized they should be on the verge of overbrown...okay burnt, to really be effective. 

Here are the final products.  I think they really nailed it.  But I'll let you be the judge.      




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