And it's not even Mother's Day or my birthday?
This is what I woke up to this morning.
I'll skip the commentary on my son's idea of a balanced breakfast, and get straight to the good part.
(I did request a slight change of menu, which he was happy to provide.)
I love that kid so much.
And I did, I knit and read in bed for a good two hours because I didn't want to hurt his feelings by not accepting his gracious gift of time. Plus, who wouldn't want to lay in bed and enjoy their favorite past times instead of getting up and being the mom?