I’ve had the pleasure as a parent to take some of the traditions of my childhood and pass them on to my kids. One of these traditions is the Saturday morning cinnamon rolls. Right up there with Saturday morning cartoons. Dad used to make cinnamon rolls for us each week when I was growing up.
Once my oldest son was of age, I introduced him to the glorious Pillsbury cinnamon roll. At the young age of two he could eat three rolls by himself on a good morning. That only left five for me, actually four, if Lianne decided to have one. I managed to survive somehow.
Now, things have changed. I’m not sure the 8-pack will cut it any more. Ava, in an effort to outperform her older brother, can eat three cinnamon rolls at 18 months! (Just don’t tell Lianne I allowed that.) I had to see how many she would eat, it was for knowledge’s sake, for science. Anyway, the point is, Eight Isn’t Enough. Stay tuned as I work to resolve this crisis.
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