When Jack wakes up with a hankering for pancakes, he asks his mother to make them. Jack's mother is busy, though, and directs Jack to go through the labors of Hercules to fulfill his desire: Jack not only has to harvest and thresh the wheat and have the wheat milled, but he has to encourage the hen to lay an egg, milk the cow, churn the butter, fetch the jam, mix all the ingredients together and cook the pancakes over the stove. By my calculations, Jack doesn't get his pancakes until dinnertime. I kept expecting him to holler in frustration, "What the heck does a guy have to do to get a pancake?"
On the other hand, none of these thoughts occurred to my three year old son. Fascinated by the book's colorful pictures, he enjoyed talking about what wheat is, where milk and eggs come from, that some cows have spots and wear bells, and how sometimes good things require patience and lots of hard work. And then we ate pancakes and jam.