Bob was like a big overgrown kid, he loved to play around with us kids and tease us. He loved teasing me with the bottle of ketchup. He knew I hated ketchup and so he would always make sure it was placed right in front of me at the dinner table. Then he would always ask: "Pass the ketchup, please, Ruby". He would also tease me over the boys I liked, the clothes I wore or any other reason he could think of. He loved to tease.
On Mother's Day Bob decided he was going to surprise my Mother and prepare her breakfast in bed. He approached the task with his usual clowning around. He had asked us kids what we thought he should fix Mom for breakfast, and of course we ordered our favorite: pancakes. He proceeded to mix the batter, leaving a mess around his preparation area. Then he began cooking the pancakes. He made one or two pancakes in the conventional manner, then he decided to show all of us kids how he could flip the pancake into the air and catch it. The flips began by him throwing the pancakes a few inches into the air. He handled that easily. I guess he became a little overconfident because before we knew it, he decided to show us he could flip the pancake high in the air and catch it. So he flipped the pancake and it went up, up, up, until it clung to the ceiling. Since he missed, the logical thing to do was to try again. So once again, he tossed a pancake high into the air, and again, it stuck to the ceiling.
Apparently, us kids were making quite a bit of noise, squealing with excitement over the pancakes on the ceiling. It was enough noise to get my Mother out of bed to see what was going on. Needless to say, it wasn't a Happy Mother's Day. My Mother had a fit and while Bob cleaned the ceiling, us kids were assigned to clean up the kitchen. Once the mess was cleaned up, my Mother made her own breakfast. We all had a bowl of cereal.