Mr. Incredible made breakfast for the family last Saturday. He is wonderful! He went all out and made bacon, eggs, and waffles. I love him so. I didn't help in anyway shape or form. The meal was superb.
He looked at the mess he had made making this wonderful creation, looked at me with alarm in his face, and said, "I don't even know where to start!"
Yes, he IS Mr. Incredible, NOT Mr. Perfect.
I then proceeded to give him a big hug and shooed him out of the kitchen and cleaned up. I forgot to get a pic of the stove, sink and dishes, but I did come to my senses and grab a shot of the poor waffle iron.