May I be of service… again?

With the weather getting colder, it’s getting increasingly difficult to get the kids out of bed every morning.

This morning, while Clyde was refusing to get out of bed, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. “Peanut butter on toast.” So, out to the kitchen to make said toast. Once made, I called out to Clyde to come and get his breakfast. About 30 seconds with no sign of movement, I went into his room and said “C’mon, come out and eat your breakfast” to which he responded… “bring it to me in bed”.

Hey kid… it’s my birthday… why don’t you make me breakfast in bed?