Last Sunday I was in bed, minding my own business (aka pretending to sleep in when I very well could hear the entire rest of the family alive and bumpin' in the living room) when out of nowhere in comes the husband and 4 year old with a plate of breakfast pizza and say - We love you Mommy. And shuts the bedroom door and leaves.
FIRST EVER BREAKFAST IN BED.
In 10 years folks. I was stunned.
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