Daughter asked me to make blueberry pancakes today. I'd bought some blueberries for the dessert last night. She did so well yesterday, I decided to make them. She was slow getting up this morning, and I had to call her several times, which surprised me, since I was sure she could smell the sausage and pancakes I was making.
Her blood sugar was sky high. She finally confessed to breaking into the pantry and pigging out on crackers. I guess she couldn't handle being cooperative for 24 hours.