Porn and Pancakes

It's 9:30 AM and I am emerging from sleep to meet my daughter and husband who have eaten breakfast hours ago. I know, I know, how can a mother of a toddler be waking up at 9:00 in the morning - but actually, it is one of the great gifts which my husband has given me post-baby. Since he is more the morning person and generally around less, he takes her out on the weekends when she wakes up. At 6:30 AM. Sometimes earlier. I in turn do most of the middle of the night caretaking which I find far less awful than a daybreak start to a Saturday or Sunday.

So they frequent a diner which is at least a mile further than I would ever go for food but A likes the coffee. I meet him on the street after they have returned as I am going out to locate a bagel. He immediately relays the following:

A: "Chloe and I were picked up this morning."
Amy: "Oh really? Where?"
A: "At the diner."
Amy: "How so?"
A: "We were eating, and a woman said to the hostess, can I sit next to this lovely baby?
Amy: "And that's what you mean by picking you up?"
A: "Well she kept talking to us. Telling me how beautiful Chloe is. And she said 'Look how Chloe keeps staring at me! I must be very beautiful.' And then..."
Amy: "Yes?"
A: "Her identical twin came and sat with her!"

So clearly, the mere presence of an identical twin does an illicit scene make. Ahh, to be in the mind of a man, if only for a moment, where porn can be created out of pancakes.