Waffle House

Okay, I'm truly committed to the 31 for 21 project, but I'm finding it difficult in October--the busiest month of all time for me!--to blog every day.  I like the challenge, though, because it's helping me to confront my own perfectionism.  Here's a quick, non-perfect post.

When Maybelle woke up from her late nap today, she was still sort of exhausted, and also a combination of grouchy-hungry.  We hadn't had a lot of time for the whole family this weekend, so we decided to celebrate the three of us being together by going to Maybelle's favorite restaurant of all time:  Waffle House (or "House," as she sometimes calls it).

We didn't even put her shoes on (since Waffle House probably doesn't care that much about the "no shirt, no shoes" business).  We hopped in the car, and there we were.  She read the menu as she likes to do--identifying the coffee, the waffle, the eggs, the orange juice--but it seemed to make her realize just how hungry she was.  She got grouchier.  She got demanding.  She said things like, "I want to waffle!"

And then, the server brought a fresh, hot, plate sized waffle to our table.  And Maybelle raised her hands in the air and screamed with delight.  "Waffle!" she said.  "And syrup!"  I can tell why she's so well loved in that Waffle House:  how often do they get that kind of response?

She and I were ostensibly sharing the waffle, but I got only one quarter of it, and she ate the rest.  And looked at me suspiciously while I ate my tiny little part.