Our not-so memorable first day of school

Today marks the first day of fourth grade for my daughter. To make it special, we always buy a cute outfit and I make a delicious breakfast of their choosing. Well, kind of. As executive chef, I have the power to kibosh anything that doesn’t meet my criteria.

“I want doughnuts,” she declared.

“I’m not going to the store at dawn to buy you fresh doughnuts,” I countered. “Pick anything I can make at home.”

I listed off sweet breads, cinnamon rolls, waffles, egg souffle and pancakes before she ultimately decided upon crepes with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.

Note to my daughter’s anti-junk-food school: We made her a protein shake chock full of fresh fruit and vitamins, which should delay her sugar crash by at least a couple of hours. #You’reWelcome

And then I had a near-sleepless night. I’d like to say it was back-to-school jitters but it was mostly an overheated house and a night-before-Christmas mentality that I’ll finally have a few hours to myself every day. OK, that might very well be better than Christmas.

After tossing and turning for hours, I gave in to my insomnia and started working at 4:45 a.m. A couple of hours later, I trudged down to the kitchen to start her breakfast. Soon, I noticed a putrid smell, took a big whiff and realized it was coming from the milk. Are. You. Kidding. Me? If you’ve never made crepes, this is a key ingredient.

My daughter started coming down the stairs at that exact moment I was leaving.

“What are you doing?” she queried.

“The milk is bad. I’m going to the store!” Where I proceeded to buy more milk and also some….


With a start like that, this is going to be a long year.

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