A couple months ago I got everyone's pancakes all ready and asked my husband if he would cut them up for me. It's pretty much my least favorite part of making breakfast. And since he is a guy and always thinking about how to get things done the fastest and easiest way possible, instead of reaching for a knife and fork like I always do, he pulled out the pizza cutter.
Seriously, every Saturday I kick myself and think "Why didn't I think of that ages ago!" Now it probably takes me 30 seconds or less to zip through all the plates.