I was a child prodigy. I made Pancakes when I was two years old. Sounds crazy huh but I’m not kidding. Okay if you don’t believe me I’ll tell you the story.

Every day I ate Breakfast in my highchair and every day I watched my mom make pancakes for everyone. One day I woke up and thought, ‘Hey maybe I can make pancakes for everyone’. ‘I’m sure I can make it, I saw mommy make it all the time’.

So I climbed out of my crib very carefully. I lost my grip and fell very softly on my pichachu blanket on the ground. Whew! That was a close one’ I thought. I toddled to the stairs and I saw a gate on the stairs ‘oh no! I thought, ‘there’s a gate on the stairs’ but using my prodigy powers I saw a small gap under the gate. I crawled under the gate and came out the other side. My parents are smart but nothing stops MICHAEL THE TWO YEAR OLD.

Then I looked down and saw the big huge staircase. ‘No wonder the gate was there I thought looking down at the stairs in horror. ‘I can’t go down the stairs’, I thought I’ll kill myself. Then I thought of something,I sat on top of the staircase and I pushed my bottom down and hey I was making progress.

When I got downstairs I toddled towards the kitchen avoiding every obstacle in my way. I went to the cupboard and the lazy susan to get a plastic bowl and Pancake mix. I picked up the bag of mix and dumped the whole thing in the bowl and on myself.

Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking this doesn't sound prodigy like but dumping flour in a bowl and also dumping myself with flour is smart right… right.

‘Wait a moment I don’t know what to do next’, I thought ‘I think mommy can take over I’m going to play and I ran away leaving flour footprints on the way.

Meanwhile: My Dad woke up and went into my room and I wasn't there so he looked around upstairs until he found tiny footprints and he followed them all the way until the kitchen and when he got closer the footprints got darker. Then he came to the kitchen and he saw me covered in flour then he said “Buddy whatcha doin?” He said in a quizzical tone. “Makin pancake” I said. Then my Mom came in then they looked at me then they started to laugh but they tried to muffle it then they said “Not funny.” I giggled and laughed then they laughed their heads off.