Almost as soon as we arrived in Seattle, we all crashed. It turns out that an 8 hour time difference is pretty hard to adjust to. By about 2 AM the next morning we were all awake in my parents basement. We tried our best to keep the kids calm, but by 4:30 we were buckling them into the car to take them to breakfast. Hilde: "Nothing is going to be open." Dave: "Welcome to America Hilde. What if I told you there was a place that was open and 4 different types of syrups? Would you believe that such a place exists?" None of the kids believed Dave. 15 minutes later we pulled into IHOP to screams of joy from the kids. Enoch's absolute favorite thing to eat is pancakes and he asks for them just about every day (he gets them about once a week, if he is lucky). The guy who sat us looked at us like we were either crazy, or abusing our children by getting them out so early. Once we explained the time difference, he was much more cordial. We ordered, and everyone DEVOURED their meal. Do these look like happy people or what? And yes, Hilde, America really is MagicLand.
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