David makes a slammin' pancake.
I do most of the cooking in our house (mostly because I enjoy doing it,) but I honestly do not think that I have made a single pancake since we got married. Why would I?? His are far superior. Light, fluffy, hot, delicious, and made with whole wheat flour, so you can even feel good about eating them! (Well, you can feel good about eating the first 2 or 3. After that, even the whole wheat can't make up for your gluttony. I mean... not that I'd know...)
While I am perfectly content to let David make the pancakes around here and to remain ignorant as to the secret of the Perfect Pancake, I do think he should teach Henry the art of pancakes.
You know, so he can catch a woman one day.
No worries though. If the pancakes don't snag him a wife, I'm preeeeeeety sure those footy pajamas will.