If given the choice, my girls would eat waffles soaked in syrup seven days a week. That’s why they don’t have a choice anymore. I lay out breakfast options on the island like a hotel buffet – a buffet where all options have less than six grams of sugar per serving – and they make their own. (The boy does too but he would hardly ever choose waffles and syrup.)
Today is the morning after a three-day weekend. The wind has been howling all night. As soon as they walk outside they will be greeted with stinging snow blowing in their faces.
Today, they can have waffles. It’s like a warm cup of coffee – some people just need a boost to get going in the morning.