Phew, I can be scatter brained. I made a big batch of pancake batter this morning, but then made pancakes fresh each time someone new got out of bed. (I'm usually not a short order chef, but it's Saturday, and I didn't mind this time.)

BUT, without fail, each time I started a pancake on the griddle I'd walk away to do something for the baby and forget about it. Every single time. Only Bonus Boy got to eat an un-blackened cake this morning. GOOD GRIEF.

 

Then, somewhere in the midst of burning pancakes, I realized that I still haven't let you know about this Treasure Hunt that begins on Monday. I blame the baby for this too, and he's too little to defend himself, so there you go.