Smell the Future

I've been collecting great quotes from my kids, and Hannah served up a new one this weekend.

Hannah and I woke up at the same time and came downstairs Saturday morning when the following dialogue took place:

Hannah: (sniffs the air) "Mom, I think I can smell the future."
Mom: (trying to find coffee pot through sleepy eyes) "Huh?"
Hannah: I just smelled pancakes and syrup!

Hannah begs for pancakes every weekend. Sometimes we make them, but many times we don't. This was either a clever new approach, or she really did smell pancakes and syrup. Regardless, she got her homemade pancakes and syrup. How can I deny her the future? Further, when will giving her a future ever again be as easy as cooking it and serving it up on plate?