Number four woke me up this morning.
Brought me breakfast in bed.
With a cup of left-over coffee that has been in the pot for at least 4 days.
And it's cold...cuz she's only seven, ya' know.
Anyway, a long distance runner who wanted to tank up on carbs before a marathon would have LOVED this breakfast!!
On a Teletubbies plate, I got a dinner roll, a cold piece of toast (WELL buttered) and two chocolate chip pop tarts.
"Oh, THANK YOU, sweetheart!!" Says I. "How wonderful!" and I start to nibble.
She goes to the end of the bed and starts rubbing my feet under the quilt.
"Mommy?" she declares around her missing two-front-teeth, "Isn't this just the BEST DAY EVER?"
Why yes, my little SpongeBob Groupie...I think it's shaping up that way!