Now he's given up eating pancakes. (Tears me up since these have been a constant.) But he loves the Pancake poem by Shel Silverstein.
WTF little dude? Toddlers are a mystery.
Who wants a pancake?
Sweet and piping hot?
Good little Grace looks up and says,
"I'll take the one on top."
Who else wants a pancake,
Fresh off the griddle?
Terrible Theresa smiles and says,
"I'll take the one in the middle."