The beauty of being a grown-up is that when you get cravings, you have the ability and means to drive yourself to the store (or, in my case, McDonald’s) to immediately satisfy those cravings. No such luck for three-year-old Connor.
When young Connor found himself without pancakes, he felt his only solution was to punch his brother Aiden in hopes that their father would immediately deliver him a platter of flapjacks. Needless to say, it did not work. Somehow, as his brother flinched and cried in pain, Connor managed to explain his dire situation very calmly to his dad, the whole time keeping the focus on the real problem at hand: he still has no pancakes.
I get it, dude. I have that same struggle every Friday night after I leave the bar.