The Importance Of Bad Decisions

Throughout life, we all have bad ideas or make dumb decisions at one point or another. Whether it’s a giant tattoo across your shoulders, staying up all night partying the day before a test, or texting your awful ex-boyfriend when you’re drunk asking if he wants to get coffee later in the week. In my case, one of my bad decisions came about because of a boring afternoon and my grumbling stomach. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have tried to make chocolate chip pancakes with 5-year old twins. However, I was hungry and bored and thought it’d be a fun activity to occupy my sisters while my mom was at the doctor. While it was fun, it was also a mistake. It’s too easy for things to go wrong when cooking with little kids and just thinking back …show more content…
Taking Holly and Noelle to the store was more difficult than watching the Arizona Cardinals play football, so thankfully we weren’t missing any ingredients. Next, we started heating up a pan on the stove while we mixed together the pancake batter. Here’s where things started to get a little messy. Quite literally. In a bowl, we mixed together flour, sugar, eggs, baking soda salt, and butter. I turned my back for thirty seconds to fill up a measuring cup with milk and when I turned back around, Holly was covered head to toe in flour. White powder clouded the air, landing in little flakes all over the counter and floor. Both girls were giggling like a junior high kid around their crush. I laughed it off, thinking that if they were having fun it was worth it to clean up some flour. Once I got everything all wiped off and swept up, we …show more content…
Thinking it’d be fun to make some shapes, I made the first pancake into the shape of a heart and the following two pancakes became the letters H and N for Holly and Noelle. Things were going fine, I had everything under control. That is, until the phone started ringing. I admonished the twins to stay away from the hot cooktop while I checked to see who was calling. If you’re thinking that in the time it took me to walk to the phone and pick it up, that Noelle managed to dump the entire bag of chocolate chips into the pan, you’d be right. Suddenly our pancakes with a little bit of chocolate chips turned into chocolate chips with a little bit of pancake. Seeing as the person who was calling had an 800 number, I let it ring and dashed back to the stove. Chocolate chips were melting across the batter, dripping off the sides of the pancakes and into the bottom of the pan. The twins were giggling again, laughing at their hilariousness. Before I could do anything about the excess amount of chocolate chips in the pan, I started to smell something