It appears that this crepe-predilection is genetically transmitted. Today, the girls had pancakes at school. And then they had pancakes after school, courtesy of Janet, who picks them up on Tuesdays. When Abby arrived home from gym, the first thing she said to me when I opened the door was 'Have you started the pancakes yet?' This, after enduring an hour of pancake whingeing from Hatty... ('Why does Abby have to be home first? Why can't I have my pancakes now? It's not fair etc etc').
So - they each had four like this...
And they made me cook this.