Myrna Kincaid of Jackson, Michigan, was about to pour syrup on her pancake when she noticed an image burned on it — the image of the Pope. She and her husband spared it, stashed it in the freezer, and went to church. Three weeks to the day after finding the pan-fried pontiff they had a baby boy. They named him John and say he never cries. They currently have no plans to either sell or eat the pancake.