Breakfast in bed...

I woke up this morning to the stupid alarm clock blaring and the baby crying from the other room. And just as I was ready roll over and plunge my head as far under the pillows as it would go, I heard a sweet voice at my elbow saying, "Here Mom, I made you breakfast in bed." He was so proud of himself, and rightly so. As far as actual food made by an actual 6 year old goes, this was actually edible. (Although he had a little trouble with the spreading as you can see...) A sweet and simple gesture that let me fortify myself enough to crawl out of bed, take care of the screaming baby, find the camera and blog about it. Now I am ready for nap time...