Nick just threw a minor hissy fit because we ran out of Aunt Jemima syrup for his pancakes. We found a new container of Mrs. Butterworth's and thought that would fit the bill. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of pointing out that, just like the Mona Lisa, Mrs. Butterworth is always watching you. That was a mistake.
If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself. Turn her to the left, she's watching you. Turn her to the right, she's watching you. It's actually kind of scary. We're definitely going back to Aunt Jemima.
This is where the magic happens.
