We tried three versions of the crepes, Irish, French, and Canadian. The Irish crepes were served with lemon juice and sugar, the French crepes were spread with nutella, and the Canadian crepes were smothered with maple syrup. Actually, Connell was the only one who tried all three, I had only the Irish crepes (the far superior variety), Ailbhe had only the French, and Fiacra declared "I don't like these craps at all".
We now have half a jar of nutella in our fridge, a previously unencountered substance. I'll bet that Ailbhe asks for it for breakfast tomorrow.
Connell does the flip
Fiacra trying the "crap"
Ailbhe on her second crepe
Finian with his sunhat on today. It was 17 degrees