Who even uses the word flapjack anymore? Apparently, we do. This proceeding story actually happened.
While having a macaroni and cheese race (which came very close, because the cheese for shells and cheese is much easier to get onto the shells, as opposed to the Kraft variety, which requires mixing and extra ingredients ), G had this brilliant idea.
"You know what would be awesome, B. If, instead of hands, you had flapjacks. Then, I could sweat maple syrup. We'd constantly be exercising because you'd be wiping my sweat with your flapjack hands, and I'd just want to keep sweating."
That conversation actually happened. I sat on the floor and laughed hysterically. Actually, the conversation brought me to the floor, gasping for air, laughing harder than I had in a long time.
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