Just in case I haven’t yet emphasized with sufficient clarity how much my little gal loves waffles, this should clear up any confusion.
Last Sunday we gathered for family brunch. Pearl, as always, was invited.
Mom made homemade waffles on her gourmet waffle iron. Then she set the pile o’ waffles out on the counter on a tray to cool.
Pearl happened to spy the waffles.
By the time the rest of us did, this is what we witnessed:
She showed those waffles no mercy.
Admiring her handiwork:
