Since the adoption of our little Colombian princess we have had six people living in our home. It has all gone rather smoothly… even admirably, in my humble opinion. However, I was not quite ready for the change it would bring to our family when our 19-year-old left for college. Her 14-year-old brother moved into her room possibly within three nanoseconds of her father and I driving out of the driveway. Not only did he take over her bedroom, but surprisingly, he started using the items she left behind… like her little yellow ballet-slippers with bows on top… and her fuzzy hot pink bathrobe.
If that wasn’t enough, the kid who seldom cooks got all inspired and yesterday morning all of us awoke to the pleasing aroma of waffles and bacon. I sauntered down the stairs to find a delicacy that gave my stomach an uneasy feeling…. bacon AND chocolate waffles. What? Dirty dishes were scattered about the counters and there was a stack of waffles awaiting their victims. Surprisingly, they were quite agreeable. Upon further inquiry, he spilled the beans that he discovered the recipe in a magazine at the chiropractor’s office… and had been dreaming of making them ever since.
If you asked me two weeks ago if my 14-year-old son would be wearing a hot pink robe and cooking bacon and chocolate waffles… I would have laughed in your face. Today…. I’m not laughing. I’m still licking my lips.