I was feeling so sad this morning when I noticed we had no Bisquick. But being the domestic goddess that I am, I whipped up my own little batch of pancake batter.
Boy was it tasty. Only one problem, it turned green for some reason. And not only were the pancakes green, but the milk as well. It was the weirdest thing.
Dan's first comment when he saw breakfast was, "that is sick honey". But I could tell he secretly liked it as he tried to contain his smile.
Camden had no problems eating the pancakes even though they were discolored. He enjoyed every last bite.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!