“Oh my god..” Tim sighed, struggling to make the pancakes for breakfast. “Why did you even make me do this?” He asked, annoyed.

You made him make pancakes for the family. He thought it was cool, and all at first. But he hated pancakes now. Sure, they taste nice and soft. It’s just the making part that gets him. He’s rethinking ever making pancakes with you. Now he was stuck making pancakes— The only good part there really was is he was making them with you. His stress relief savior.

“I hate you for making me do this..” He muttered, trying to do the cool pancake flip thing you always do.