Fighting off Frumpy

Mother's Day is upon us: a day when we appreciate all the moms and maternal figures in our lives by way of grocery store flower bouquets and hastily-purchased cards because oh shit, we forgot it was Mother's Day weekend already. But there's one thing moms do that is totally underappreciated — hardly anyone ever acknowledges it, but deserves a reward in its own right — and it's this: eating the things your children proudly present to you as "breakfast" on Mother's Day. The photo in this post is a perfect example. It's a Mother's Day breakfast of waffles from when Colin had just learned to use the toaster , but he was too impatient to wait for them to pop up on their own so he did it manually, resulting in Eggos that lingered soggily just above frozen. He then decided to tear them up (??) with fingers that no doubt had been in some dubious locations and were likely unwashed, drizzled them artfully with a flourish of syrup that he got all over the cou...