Jollie Ollie

Every week when I make pancakes for breakfast, the children are annoyed because Dad gets maple syrup, and the rug rats get Mrs. Butterworth's or some such thing. Maple syrup is so expensive, and the children leave pools of syrup on their plates ,which irritates me. And after all, we certainly never got the real stuff when I was a kid.

Yesterday morning I decided to put the maple syrup in a canning jar and fill the maple syrup bottle with the cane syrup. First dummy up, Jollie Ollie. The syrup was poured over the steaming hot pancakes. Oliver took a deep whiff. He gazed at the plate and under his breath said, " This is that yucky syrup." He looked at his did with suspicion in his eyes, but decided to take a bite.

"Mom, did you switch out the syrup?" He demanded.

"What are you talking about Oliver? Why would I do such a thing?" I protested not exactly lying.

"Don't even try to lie to me. I know what you did," retorted Oliver, resignedly forking the polluted pancakes into his mouth.

What could I say? I grinned.