This morning, as I do every school morning, I went into my son's room and woke him up. I also brought him breakfast, which I do every school morning. He's not really a breakfast person, so I was surprised when I went in to encourage him to get a move on and I noticed his plate was empty. I laughed and asked how his pancakes were. He said, "Good. But Mom - no syrup!"
I went back into the kitchen and sure enough, the syrup had made it to the counter but not onto J's pancakes.
Chemo brain strikes again.