When i was about eleven or twelve years old I went to spend the night with Grandma Beavers . When I got up in the morning she was making pancakes for breakfast . She ask me " Charles , How many pancakes do you want ? " I said " I don't know . " Grandma Beavers said " I'll start cooking and you tell me when to stop ." About thriteen pancakes later I said " I think that's enough " Now these wasn't little pancakes . They were at least 5 inch ones . And they wonder why I got the nick name " Fat Boy " from .