I guess we're doing something right

About nine months out of the year I make my own maple syrup.  No tree tapping involved, just some basic ingredients and maple flavoring.  The other three months we usually have some "boughten" syrup left over from company or a hot deal.

When I went to make pancakes for the kids and I last Saturday morning, I realized the store syrup we had left wasn't going to be enough, so I went about making my own as I got the pancakes ready.
As we ate, Myka used the hot, new syrup while I finished up what was left of the Aunt Jamima.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and we all had our fill.  The kids went on playing when they were finished while I lingered at the table awhile and then eventually decided I needed to clean up the kitchen.  After putting the dishes away, I went over to pour the rest of the cooling syrup into the bottles, and noticed my vanilla and maple flavoring sitting on the counter next to the stove.

"Oh My!  Myka, did that syrup taste funny today?"
Turning toward me, a little sheepishly, "Yeah.  Why did it taste like that?"
"I forgot to add the flavoring!  Why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't want to say your syrup tastes bad."
"What did it taste like?"
"Water."

I suppose, after years of going into strangers houses for meals and "the talk" beforehand about what to say and not say, she has learned to just keep her mouth shut and eat what was put in front of her.

Either that, or watery pancakes must not be too bad; she ate at least seven of them.