Aliens for breakfast!

How many people would load their two young children into the car on Saturday morning to pick someone up at the airport to have a quick breakfast? We had a layover in Salt Lake City on our way from Aspen to CA and sweet Eileen (mother of Noah and Sonya-both from Karaganda the town K is from) picked us up at the airport and took us to breakfast. When she picked us up she asked if I wanted to go to a trendy, healthy place or Dennys. I wanted healthy but then the common sense part of my brain took over and we headed for Dennys. The kids had alien pancakes. A big pancake with some bacon for antennae. Yum. Total chaos. This was our first time to meet Sonya-what a cutie. K always refers to Noah as "that cute little boy." You can see why!