Our Sunday is typically a noisy affair. Boys being boys, don't stay still for a second.
For breakfast I have made a batch of pancakes. Of course, everyone fancies a different filling.
The big boy had his panckake with a sliced banana and whipped cream.
Sasha had only whipped cream, without a pancake.
Eddie had his with a bit of honey.
I wanted to try a new rose petal preserve, and it worked beautifully with a pancake.