My kids aren't smart enough to coordinate attacks against me, else I'd accuse them of collusion. So while it was puzzling that they both asked me for waffles separately during the same week, at least I knew the request was genuine.
Of course I believe my son was referring to frozen waffles - reprehensible things I won't allow in the house. Apparently his grandmother makes them with the iron, and they're tasty, because he thought that sounded pretty good too. I went to my favorite kitchen store in the outlet mall on Black Friday, which was still packed despite the noon hour, and spent very nearly half an hour pouring over the selection. My favorite was the hotel-style which pivoted and rotated for even cooking, but at $100 - while entirely reasonable for such a magnificent beast - was quite a bit more than I was willing to spend.
We settled on a circular (shape was, believe it or not a point of contention) variable heat setting unit. And you know what? Maybe there's something to waffles after all, cause they's tasty!