Lately Mr. Adam has been obsessed with cooking.  Out of the blue!  For a while he kept begging my parents to let him make a certain kind of fruit salad.  He wanted to help my mom make dinner another time.
  Last Sunday he decided to surprise us with a milkshake.  It didn't go at all with dinner... and it was pretty funky.  He put in chocolate ice cream "because there's no vanilla," grapes "because there are no strawberries," and some other things.  He was about to add orange juice (because that's what my parents put in the power smoothie every morning to make it more of a drink), but then my mom found him and quickly told him to put in milk instead.  He topped it with whipped cream and poured some for everyone.  I took one sip and had to sneak it to Sophie (all the little ones loved it).  Maybe it was because I was too depressed after reading Mockingjay to try to eat something that creative.  I felt bad.
  Yesterday I was upstairs writing on Sugar and Spice when I heard the clanking of dishes downstairs.  After a couple minutes I went to see who was doing it when I found Adam, hiding in the corner of the kitchen with a large bowl of pancake batter.
  "What are you doing?"
   "Shhh!  I am trying to surprise everyone with pancakes!"
  "Ummm... Adam?  It's Fast Sunday..."
   I think we're going to use that batter today.
  Isn't it funny how younger ones suddenly want to everything of something?  Well, I guess that's just how I was.