Crap? they said.
No, my honeys, crepe.
Crop? they said.
I had to stop everything and sing Le Poissons from The Little Mermaid.
So we made crepes.
Crepes with jam (for the older child), crepes with applesauce (for me), crepes with butter and cinnamon sugar (for the younger child), crepes with sliced banana (for me again. Hey, I was hungry). Really, can you have a wrong filling for a crepe? Turns out, black pepper isn't all that enjoyable (older daughter discovered this).
And by 8:30am, we had had our daily cultural experience and could move on with life.