Pancakes anyone?

When we lived with my mom she would make pancakes every sunday morning. When we moved out Kayann would call her every sunday and ask her to make pancakes. Seeing how she would come over to get Jakobe in the morning she would just stay and make pancakes. Over time she slowly stopped making pancakes. Last sunday Raymond said "mom can you make pancakes, eggs and sausage?" So I did. I get breakfast finished and sit the kids down. They start eating. Raymond looks at me as sweet as ever and says "mom, grandmas pancakes are more gooder." All I could do was laugh and say "thats because grandma has had a lot of practice" O the sweetness of a child