I think I will start referring to my kids as refugees. They don't own any land. In fact, most of their friends are refugees, too.

I would have thought that a pancake would have been bearing the likeness of Rachel Corrie. I've seen Buddha in my hash browns though.....

My waffles this morning resembled the Golan Heights.

I laid down a cloud of deadly syrup and attacked.

The victory was glorious and tasty too!