Earlier today, C&C were in C’s hometown.
We went out to breakfast with BB, C’s dad.
When the food came out…

Waitress: Honey, who let you order three pancakes?

[confusion on our faces]

C: Um… the other waitress…

C thinks to himself, “Let? Let? What do you mean ‘let’, C can order whatever she wants…”
(He’s so cute when he thinks someone is messin’ with C.)

The waitress then sets down the plate of three HUGE pancakes. Bigger than C’s head.

We look at the pancakes. We look at the waitress.

Waitress: Do what you can, dear.

C: I feel so at home.

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