I measured, weighed, sploshed and whisked. I heated the pan with oil watched by my devoted son and three drooling hounds. And then came the moment to flip. I wimped out of the first flip and used the spatula to turn it. It resembled an omelette. Still, Mac made yummy noises and squirted maple syrup manically. My second pancake I flipped. No, it didn't hit the ceiling, it didn't even stick to the pan.
Tip: don't flip pancakes in bare feet.