The other night, I made breakfast for dinner. Of all the dinners that I make for my family, this is the one that is always on the weekly schedule. In fact, sometimes we have it twice a week.

Anyway, the dinner included grits, eggs, fruit, sausage, and pancakes.

Toward the end of the pancake making, I allow my boys to make requests. Now, most of them like their pancakes plain, thank you very much, but James and Eli always have requests. James invariably wants chocolate chips, and Eli always asks for a pancake of a particular size. Lately, he’s been asking for one gigantic pancake — about the size of a large dinner plate.

But, just to be sure, I asked him for his pancake preference on that night.

Me: So, Eli, do you want a gigantor pancake tonight?

Eli: Of course..

Me: Are you sure?

Eli: Yes! Disproportionate food is where I’m at.

Disproportionate , huh? Alrighty, then.

Here’s the buster in question. Disproportionate eyes and all.

This boy! Sheesh.

Happy Wednesday, y’all!