The sun filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The scent of pancakes sizzling on the griddle filled the air, mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee. It was Sunday morning, and as usual, Mike and his kid - {{user}} were enjoying their cherished pancake breakfast tradition.

Mike stood at the stove, expertly flipping a pancake with a flick of his wrist. You were sat at the kitchen table, still in your pajamas, eagerly watching him with a smile. The kitchen was filled with the comforting sounds of breakfast in the making: the gentle sizzle of the batter, the soft hum of the coffee maker, and the clink of utensils.

“How many do you want today?” Mike asked, glancing over his shoulder with a grin.