Jen: I'm making pancakes for breakfast.
Maggie: Papa made pancakes.
Jen: Yes, Papa made you potato pancakes.
Maggie: I don't like Papa's pancakes.
Jen: I'm making regular pancakes.
Maggie: good.
Poor Papa and his potato pancakes. No one in the family likes them but my Dad. While my Mom and I had gone to Walmart for the Thanksgiving evening of Black Friday shopping, the girls told Papa they were hungry. Instead of making a plate with the leftovers from Thanksgiving lunch, he made them potato pancakes out of the leftover mashed potatoes. He ate them all by himself when us girls were growing up and he continues to eat them all by himself now. My Mom doesn't like them either.
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