Mar
6th
Tue
6th
This morning Max popped out of bed when the sun was brushing its teeth. He whispered into my ear, “let’s make mom some waffles. shhh.” “My Famous Yeasted Beer and Sour Cream Waffles?” I said. “Shhh,” Max whispered, “yep, the yeasted beer ones.” “Let’s wake up the yeast,” he said.