...and here is proof:
My poor kids. They love waffles. I make them a lot. Today I cooked one and gave each child half. I put the second waffle on the iron and then began doing other things - readying backpacks, throwing clothes on, looking for a swim cap. (The kids both begin swimming in P.E. today.). The waffle I had put on the iron? Completely forgotten. No one thought about reminding me. Ethan wasn't sure I had begun cooking anything. Instead they left the table, brushed their teeth and got shoes on. By the time I remembered the waffle it was not fit for the dog. The kids had to leave for school with only half of a waffle in their tummies.
I shall feel guilty all day.