One time when our kids were enjoying a week-long visit from their cousin Jeffrey, we decided to have pancakes for supper as a special treat. We always had maple syrup and butter on hand so this was an easy choice. Whenever we made pancakes we usually cooked a few, then allowed the kids to start eating while more were cooking. This time was a little different. While I was cooking pancakes, a bout of nausea and intestinal cramping pounced upon me. I had to run to the bathroom, where I would have to remain for several minutes, tending to the needs of my troubled gut. Allan, who in those distant days never did any cooking, meal preparation, or serving, stepped right up and took over responsibility for the grill.
Jeffrey, who was about eleven years old, nervously asked, “Do you know how to cook pancakes, Uncle Allan?”
Allan, always being Allan, confidently answered, “Of course. I just cook them on this side until smoke comes out, then turn them over and cook the second side!”
Because of the great power of suggestion, to this day Jeffrey remembers having burnt pancakes for supper that day. Everyone else remembers that Allan saved the day by taking over and using his old Boy Scout skills to make absolutely delicious pancakes in a true labor of love. Even I remember that, because later on, when my stomach had settled down, I also had a couple of those mouth-watering treats.