Saturday morning routines

Children like routine. They like predictability.

Every Saturday, Packrat and I would take the twins out to breakfast. We tried a variety of places. Crystal Jade for porridge and dim sum, the coffee shop near our block for prata and of course, McDonald's for hotcakes. The one that really stuck was McDonald's. And it was always the hotcakes. We never deviated.

We tried to vary the breakfast menu. We tried Carl's Jr with Aunty J and Uncle S. But the twins demanded their pancakes.

We tried Tanglin Club for pancakes and they didn't sit still long enough to finish the pancakes.

At McDonald's, they know what to expect and they're willing to sit still while I go order. It is the only place I dare to take the twins to, by myself.


















Of course, many would say that we've bought into the rampant McWorld-Americanization- eat processed unhealthy food culture. Well, till this point, the twins associate McDonald's with hotcakes and nothing else. We've never fed them anything else although Evan pinched some of Packrat's scrambled egg this morning. But generally, M is for McDonald's and McDonald's means pancakes.

So much so that once when we brought them to our nearby McDonald's to feed the fish (there's a fish pond there) in the evening, they demanded pancakes. When we told them there weren't pancakes at that time, it did not compute and there was much argument, disapproval and whining.


















We only wish there were a healthier menu for us adults because us eating that McMuffin crap every Saturday cannot be good for us.

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