Last night, as I was tucking Nicholas into bed, I told him I would make him a “better breakfast” in the morning.
With all the early commotion yesterday, I forgot to wake him up for school, much less feed him.
Out the door he ran in the knick of time with a cereal bar in his face.
This morning, I went in to wake him.
I was rubbing his back and smooching his face when one eye opened and he said…
“Mom, where’s my bed and breakfast?”
“Bed and Breakfast?” I asked.
“Yeah, you told me you’d make me bed and breakfast.”
Haaaaa!!!
After I finished laughing my ass off, I explained to him I was making him a “better breakfast”, not a breakfast in bed!
Truth is…
There probably will come a day in that kids life when someone serves him breakfast in bed.
But I think my initial reaction made it clear.
It won’t be me!
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