Pancake Mix

Awhile back Casey saw a standup performance by Zach Galifianakis where he exclaims “You ain’t got no pancake mix!”  Since seeing it, he occasionally shouts that line at me, sometimes when we are discussing something that requires a “one-up” but most often just to get me to laugh.

Since Christmas though, I’ve kind of ruined the fun of it by responding quite literally to his outbursts, stating that I actually do have pancake mix.  It’s in the cupboard.  I got it from my grandparents in an awesome basket of goodies.

However, on Sunday when I was putting away groceries I discovered that I do not in fact have pancake mix.  “Why do you say that?” you might ask.  Well because Casey is a goofball and has written his name all over my bag of pancake mix, claiming it as his own.  So now when he tells me I have no pancake mix, I cannot retort that I do because his inscriptions have made it his, not mine.

His creativity, and foolishness, sometimes astonish me… but more importantly, make me laugh in a way that creates so much love.