pancake tuesday

The text from Primo came through while I was still at work:

"I'll make pancakes for dinner."

Sweeter words a mother has never read. I am not sure if I was happier that he knew it was Shrove Tuesday or that someone else was going to be responsible for dinner.

He didn't just limit himself to pancakes.

This kid can raise up the bacon, take it to the butcher and fry it up in a pan.