This was the line waiting for breakfast this weekend at the campout: pajama legs, young legs, older legs. There were legs and feet ready for the creek and some that had just crawled out of bed. At the end of this line- pancakes. All of these are happy legs.
My legs would be happy, too, if someone were making them pancakes! Sounds like you had a great time. What great family memories!
ReplyDeletePancakes at the end of the line makes the wait so worth it!!
ReplyDeleteWhat memories this post brought back. Flap-jacks. When we went camping pancakes became flap-jacks.
ReplyDelete