Toast, a Show & Spilled Coffee

Here's my special Mother's Day breakfast, made with love by my 7-year-old son.

I awoke that morning to Griffin asking me how I like my toast. Kinda like a waitress asks how you like your coffee. No butter for me, not burnt, no cinnamon sugar, instead, I asked for blackberry jelly and told him where to find it. Minutes later I could hear him working away in the kitchen.

I love how he slapped the slice of toast directly on a Clifford tray, who needs a plate anyway?, and delivered it to me in bed.

He eyed the toast pretty closely, asking what blackberry jelly tastes like while never taking his eyes off the unevenly spread jam. I offered him a bite, so he helped himself, and determined that he loved it. Before I could tear a piece off for myself, my son was back for seconds...then thirds...and before I knew it, the toast was gone.

Hey, the kid has an appetite.

My 4-year-old realized he wanted to do something special as well, so he disappeared and soon returned to my bedroom while dragging a drumset behind him. And a cymbal. And something else I didn't recognize that could shatter the neighbor's windows. Hayden introduced himself in true rock-star fashion, pounding those drums while sending the dog into hiding and later declaring that his performance was my 'Mother's Day concert.'

As only he could deliver.

Just then, Greg yelled from downstairs that he 'was home,' after making a surprise coffee run to Starbucks for me. I say surprise, though he realized when he got there that he had no idea what I order, so he called the house to ask, 'Just what is it you get?'

Considering I get thrilled at the mere sight of a white cup with a brown paper sleeve, I jumped out of bed to head downstairs and sip on a cup of heaven. As I carefully hopped down each step in my oversized fuzzy red slippers, and yes I've been known to fall, I heard Greg yell, 'Never mind.'

Never mind? Never mind what?

'Never mind the coffee,' he said. 'I just spilled it all over the floor.'

Hey, it's the thought that counts.