Saturday night after the kids were all asleep, around 9pm, as I am about to start a movie for the two of us to watch, he gets this random idea that he needs to walk to the supermarket. . . right now. What for? Buttermilk. Why does he need buttermilk? Pancakes. Why can't he just use the stuff we already have to make pancakes? Because he just read a recipe in his GQ magazine for Buttermilk Pancakes, and he has to make them. I secretly think that he will eat them thinking they will make him a little more GQ-ish. So this was Sunday morning's breakfast.
I think I have made myself pretty clear regarding Aaron's random ideas and the crazy times of day/night he gets these ideas. For instance, lay your eyes on GQ Pancakes. . .