We’re preparing for Sissy’s birthday soon. Double digits. That’s big.
On your birthday in our house you get breakfast in bed. You place your order like room service by writing it up the night before and leaving it outside your door. Then your family gets up early to make you the perfect breakfast on a tray and delivers it while you lounge around in your pajamas. It’s as awesome as it sounds.
Last year Sissy invited Piper to get in bed with her and nibble off the edges of her tray. It didn’t go so well. This morning on the way to church they were debating whether Piper would be invited back for breakfast in bed when the birthday morning arrives.
“I don’t know, P,” Sissy said. “Don’t you remember what happened last year?”
“It was awesome?” Piper asked.
“Not exactly. You spilled my juice and sneezed all over my muffins.”
“Seriously? Why are you still talking about that? Just let it go, Sissy.”
I can’t say yet whether another birthday breakfast in bed will be extended to the Piper. If she’s that lucky, I’ll have the tissues ready.
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oh that sounds fabulous! You are my kind of people. My kids can’t wait to get up, so they don’t care about the breakfast in bed. But I get a cup of tea in bed, and hubs gets his latte in bed. For the blog sake- I hope Sissy lets P in on the breakfast in bed.
Me, too. I’ll keep you posted!
She totally had the middle school girl sassiness in her voice when she said that, too. I hope she doesn’t really think I will forgive her…
All she wants to be, my love, is you. How could she not look up to such an awesome Sissy?
And of course, she ate 2 of my mini muffins and wouldn’t stop coughing. Will she ever change?
Nope. And I don’t want her to. I think our job is to stay out of her way. Wash your hands and stay clear of her germs 🙂