And so THIS begins...

Last night Zack and I met friends at a local crepe place for dinner. This place is a little hole in the wall, nothing fancy--the kitchen is right there, as is the door to the bathroom. He and his buddy had a great time watching them make the crepes, and the woman working there thought they were adorable.

We were about half way finished with our crepes when Zack asks, in a voice for all to hear,"Why is the pancake maker going pee-pee?"