12 April 2009

Grace #7 - Breakfast in Bed

We scarpered off this weekend, to my father's house, where there is nothing to do and nowhere to go.

Saturday morning, I was delivered breakfast in bed, by the five year old, who had made me "fire-toasted bread" - with supervision, she'd toasted a piece of rye bread in the fireplace. She was delighted with herself, and I eventually went downstairs to tell her father that this was the parenting moment I'd been waiting for.

17 comments:

Mayberry said...

I bet it was the best piece of toast EVER.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Why is it that nothing to do and nowhere to go becomes magical at a certain age?

Woman in a Window said...

What the hey did ed eat this weekend?

Fire roasted toast. Sounds perfect.

Kelly said...

Yes. I am waiting for that moment as well.

Fire roasted toast sounds awesome.

Mental P Mama said...

So perfect....

Now I wish ed would go away. Far away.

The LIbrary Lady said...

I am STILL waiting for that moment :D

The last time I remember having breakfast in bed is when I broke my foot. And that's NOT an experience I'd care to repeat!

Kyddryn said...

Sigh. Envy. Never had breakfast in bed (I don't count hospital meals wherein I had no choice in the matter). Not holding my breath for such. Sigh, again.

Sweet.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K

Justine said...

That's beautiful, Maggie!

Furrow said...

That's just a few steps away from french toast in bed!

Gwen said...

You sure are easy to please. :)

Janet said...

So sweet :-)

Aunt Becky said...

Sounds delicious.

julochka said...

cool! and it only took 5 years! you're lucky. :-)

kathy a. said...

that is incredibly sweet!

KC said...

sigh. so sweet.

the mama bird diaries said...

That is so darn sweet.

painted maypole said...

it was so sweet, until this: "this was the parenting moment I'd been waiting for" had me cracking up!