Breakfast in BedMonday, November 08, 2010
Each Saturday, my kids run down the hall... not like silent little mice, but like a stampeding herd of rhinos... to our bed. Once there they snuggle in for a little snoozing. Then those two little birds like to 'sneak' downstairs to make John and I breakfast in bed.
They think they are sneaky... but the sounds of bowls clattering on the counter and pantry doors being flung open wake us every time. John and I lie in bed and giggle listening to the heated debate of what to make. And it's always the same - a 'special' cereal concoction brought proudly upstairs presented to us while we pretend to sleep.
i love it.