Breakfast in Bed

At the risk of making everyone jealous, I want to describe a new Sunday morning tradition we have started in our household. My daughter wakes my husband up and while he's in the shower, she creates a menu and nametags for herself and her stuffed animal helpers. Once my husband gets to the kitchen, they begin to cook Sunday breakfast while I remain in bed to watch my favorite news show, CBS Sunday Morning.
Soon an apron clad little girl equipped with an order pad will bring me the menu and take my breakfast order.
It reminds me of when I was a young girl and my grandparents would come to visit from Florida. I would get up early and make out a breakfast menu (with prices) and I would play restaurant with my grandfather. I served as busser, waitress, and cook and actually made his breakfast. When he was all done, I would present him with a check which he would gladly pay. If I wanted to receive a tip, however, I would have to let him pinch my butt...he said he did it to all his waitresses.

In a little bit, I hear my little waitress and her dad (the cook) approach so I sit up, straighten the bedding, and make room for the breakfast tray. Today it was homemade baked oatmeal topped with brown sugar, cherries, and cream along with delicious smoked bacon. It was divine and I devoured it all. Soon my son joined me and I moved the tray over to him and he enjoyed his breakfast in bed as well. I can't imagine a better Sunday morning.