I thought all kids loved pancakes too. When I was a kid, my mom used to pour the pancake batter into shapes. I've done that for my kids- they are unimpressed.
Frankie is off at dance practice with her dad, so it's just Luci and me. Nobody, except me, wanted pancakes yesterday morning. I still want them. I told Luci I was going to make pancakes, and he (bite your tongue) said he didn't like pancakes. Well now, I know that couldn't possibly be true; besides, I have seen him eat pancakes. So I did what any desperate mother would do. I tackled him away from his monster car crushing game, pinned him down and asked him again. "Will you eat pancakes if I make them?" He said NO with an impish gleam in his eye. I knew he meant war. I proceed to chew on his shoulders; he's terribly ticklish, chew on his rib cage, and then as a last resort, I did a disgusting-only-mothers and fathers-can do maneuver. Now minding you, he was laughing and egging me on the whole time! I licked his eye! He squealed and then promised to eat a pancake-if I made him a hot chocolate in one of the special snowman mugs. So we shook hands on it and headed off to the kitchen. On the way there he said, "Mom, I have a present for you." I leaned down close asking what it was. He licked my eye!