Flapjacks and Bon Jovi

Well, we are getting some weather coming our way today. Big storm forecast, with up to 38 centimetres for our area--the largest snowfall, they're saying, that we've had in years. So naturally we needed to get out for breakfast before it hit.

We headed to "Flapjacks," our favorite country local. It's not much to look at from the outside--more like a shack than anything else. But when you get inside, you realize what a treasure it is. The owner is also the principal waitress, and she knows everyone after they've been in once. So we were greeted as if we were family.

Spilly enjoys being greeted. "These are my new mitts," she told the owner. "And they have names."

"What are their names?"

She held up one. "This is Sally."

"Oh yes? And who's the other one?"

"His name is Bon Jovi."

Breakfast was, as usual, lovely. Spilly always gets the banana flapjacks. Mommy likes to opt for the eggs (over easy) with bacon. Daddy has his eggs scrambled. At the end, Spilly staggered around in front of us. "Ohhhhh, my tummy is so full. Look, see how big it is!" She helpfully pulled up her shirt to show the world.

The owner told her, "That's because there's so much good food in there."

"I'm a fish," Spilly told her. "I can eat until I blow up!" (Which just shows that you have to watch the kind of information you give to the Spills, because she often brings it back up when you least expect it. I once told her that you have to be careful when you are feeding goldfish, because they don't know when to stop.)

Later, when she got home, she regaled her Grandma on the phone with a long story about the whole Flapjacks experience. It started like this: "Hi, Grandma. Once I threw up in the living room. And now I'm standing in it."

A moment passed while Grandma asked for clarification.

Very impatiently: "No, I'm standing in the LIVING ROOM. And we just went to Flapjacks."

She likes an audience, but they have to stay up to speed.