Who likes his breakfast?

Who's going to eat a pancake as big as his head?

I had breakfast with my grandson and his mom this morning. And then I

• finished my Irish detective novel.
• bought bendy dolls for the Scotland girls.
• worked on last Friday's NYTimes crossword puzzle.
• saw Fitzcarraldo at Brewvies (next week: Little Dieter Learns to Fly--for free! Brewvies is the bomb. Thanks to Dave B. for alerting me to this).
• picked stuff up at Target; put it all back.
• took Bruiser for a walk.
• had awesome leftover white bean soup for dinner.
• The Office, 30 Rock, a little poll checking, and The Daily Show.

And now: it's time to go to bed and dream about politics. Or moving steamships over mountains. Or maybe it's the same damn thing.