I don't think there's anything better in this world than hot pancakes cooked in a smear of salted butter sprinkled with sugar and doused in lemon juice. Rolled up and shoved in your gob, it's one of life's true pleasures and always brings back fond memories of my first experiences in the kitchen with my mom.
Last year was our first to pass this tradition down to Noah and considering the child has the appetite of a small horse, he was ready for it. The simple squeals of joy over a pancake being tossed really makes you wonder if there's any need for iPads at all!