If heaven had a waffle window, dear god, I shall be a very good girl and eat my broccoli when my mommy tells me to, not get pregnant before marriage, and never use drugs.
I think this is the last meal I want to have before I die and the first meal when I get to heaven.
I am not sure if I am isolated in feeling this way, but the waffles here are so visually and sense-sually stimulating, that the sheer anticipation of eating them is an enjoyment in itself.
They love me.
We're a happy family.
With a great big bite,
And a nibble here and there.
I want to eat more than my fair share.