I was at my desk when Justin sat down on the floor where Daisy was napping. A minute or two later, Justin says, "Look Unka Tom. Daisy's Aunt Jemimah."
The boy does love his pancakes. The ever-patient Daisy just closed her eyes and went back to sleep. We'd just got back from a 3 mile morning ramble in the crisp autumn air and she was not letting even minor humiliation disturb her slumber. She did manage to shake off the goofy headwear before we went out again, lest it give the neighborhood dogs something to tease her about.