Breakfast in Bed

There is nothing sweeter than your children’s efforts when they try to pamper you and make you feel special.

This past Mother’s Day was no exception. Although my sweet family let me sleep in that morning, I could hear Hayden come in periodically to check to see if I was awake. As soon as he noticed that I was stirring he kicked it into high gear and rushed downstairs alone.

Luckily a few obstacles would not keep him from creating something special & memorable just for me.

Goal: Toast in bed for Mom.

Obstacle #1: No bread (okay, plenty of bread but he couldn’t find it).
Solution: Toasted Hamburger Bun

Obstacle #2: No butter (okay, the butter–like the bread–was in plain sight, but 7 year olds have vision issues).
Solution: Sprinkle a little cinnamon on the ‘bread’ instead.

This entire dish was garnished with a piece of cherry licorice (fruit) and a Milano cookie.  He included a cup of milk to wash it all down.

Half asleep when my charming son delivered the basket to me, I proudly and gratefully sat up and bit into my “cinnamon toasted hamburger bun.”

Although surprisingly tasty, it was not sweet… at all.  I just assumed it was the bun.  However, as I continued to eat,  I became certain I was tasting something spicier.  While I was looking at the powdery substance on the plate my sweet seven year old asked,  “How do you like your cinnamon toast, mom?”  I of course replied, “It is good honey, very tasty. This IS cinnamon toast, right?” “Yep! taste that powder.”

Then it hit me. I knew this flavor and I knew it very well, but it was NOT cinnamon. Uncertain and even baffled about my question, Hayden ran downstairs to fetch the “cinnamon container.”

While waiting for his return, I took a mental inventory of my commonly used spices and realized I knew what exactly what it was. It does indeed start with a “C” and end with an “N” and for a child who had battled several obstacles while creating this special breakfast, I could see how he would think that in a dark pantry the word C-U-M-I-N looked much like C-I-N-N-A-M-O-N. Not only the word but the spice itself!

Luckily my son has a superb sense of humor and it was such a fun way to start out this very special Mother’s Day.

I must also give credit to my precious husband who has done a fantastic job teaching my children how to perform these random acts of love. It is something that will not leave my heart anytime soon.