I’m on my way to a meeting tonight, and Iris and Laurie are going to our favorite Chinese restaurant in town (Seven Stars Pepper) without me. This morning I said to Iris:

> **Me:** I have to go to a meeting, but maybe Mama and Iris can bring something home for me.

> **Iris:** Iris bring Dada some pancakes. Put ’em on Dada’s plate.

She’s referring to the crisp and flaky House Special Pancakes, but I like the idea of Iris coming home with flapjacks and flipping them onto a plate.