I know gingerbread houses are usually for winter, but I'm pretty sure that guy out front is on a riding mower enjoying the sunshine.
My grandmother used to make excellent shortbread. She'd melt the butter and sugar together using the heat of her bare hands, massaging it between her fingers until it all melded together uniformly. They were so buttery and tender and delicious. They would have been perfectly worthy of becoming little Totoros.
It seems a bit incongruous that pancakes would feature bedtime and messages to lul you to sleep. Let's just pretend this was one of those super special days when you get to have breakfast for dinner. I remember being SO excited to eat pancakes and bacon after the sun went down. Now I know that my parents probably just didn't have time to go to the store that day but it was pretty magical when I was six. Almost as magical as those nights as an adult when I can't manage to get it together to eat a