When your son is fanatic about baseball, he might one day pay you the ultimate compliment.   He will hold it back until the perfect situation arises, when this — the highest of compliments — can be appropriately handed out.  And, this past weekend, it happened at my house:

“Mom, if I were describing this breakfast in baseball terms, it would be a walk-off grand slam home run in Game 7 of the World Series, bottom of the ninth, full count, with two outs”.

(And to the rest of us:  homemade waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, with a side of bacon.)