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"Okay, what do my ladies want for breakfast?"
Christine bouncing in her seat at the breakfast bar called out. "Pancakes! The ones shaped like the pelvic girdle."
"Ah, come on, that was Mickey Mouse!" Booth grumbled.
"Now Booth, she's right it definitely looked like a pelvic girdle." Brennan smilingly assured him from her seat next Christine, where Hank was already having his own breakfast in her arms. "Why do you act like it's a bad thing that Christine can see the shape of bones in her pancakes?"
"Ah, Bones I'm not saying it's bad. I'm just saying it was Mickey Mouse. I made it after all. I know what I made." Booth replied with an exaggerated pout.
Brennan shifted Hank to her shoulder and started patting his back.
Christine looked from her Daddy to her Mommy and back again. "Mommy, Daddy; it's okay the pancake is Mickey Mouse's pelvic girdle. So we're all right" she said beamed to her parents.
Just then Hank let out a loud burp.
Booth chuckled and said "That's my boy." Then smiled at Christine "Yes Princess you are so smart, that is exactly what it is." Then he said to Brennan. "We've got a couple of genius kids here Bones."
Booth clapped his hands together. "Okay, one batch of Mickey Mouse Pelvic Girdle pancakes coming right up."
