I had an epiphany this weekend. Dads are good at breakfast. I feel like breakfast is special when “Dad” cooks it.

It doesn’t happen too often but, It’s always awesome when it does happen.

Saturday morning Mercer got up early, headed to the grocery store, and made us a weird little breakfast.  It was pretty awesome.  A pancake, with a slice of bacon in the middle of it. ( oh yea, I started eating meat again in small doses ) It was fun, he even made the ‘Mickey Mouse’ pancake for MJ.

Then he was telling me how his Dad used to always make him and his siblings Mickey Mouse pancakes for breakfast.  Then  I was thinking back and remembered that my Dad used to make us pancakes in the shape of our initials.  My Dad was never really involved in our lives but, I totally remember that happening.

Thus: Dads are good at breakfast!

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