This morning my hubby came into the living room and asked me if I'd like a pancake for breakfast. He was getting ready to cook some. I told him no thanks because I'm not as fond of pancakes as he and our kids are. I said I liked french toast better.
Off to the kitchen hubby went. A short time later he came back out with a plate of french toast for me to eat for breakfast. He ended up making both pancakes and french toast. What a wonderful man I've been blessed with! I'd say I'm a tad bit spoiled! Wouldn't you?