This morning I woke up to the best surprise ever...
It was Friday morning and I was sleeping. The boys don't usually get up til around 7:30, but for some reason Dylan was up at 6:30. I have no idea how he got this idea in his head, but he went into the kitchen, put a Pop Tart in the toaster, scooted a chair over to the cabinets, climbed up, got a plate and a glass, climbed down off the chair, filled up the glass with ice and water, got the Pop Tart out of the toaster......... and brought it to me in bed! I was sound asleep when Dylan walked in with breakfast. He was so proud of himself and my heart just melted. The boys have never woken me up with breakfast in bed before, so it's not like it's something he's practiced in the past. What made it even more special was when he said (referring to the numbers on the toaster that indicate cook time) "I cooked yours on #2 just the way you like it." Our toaster is always set on #1 because that's how the boys like it - just a tad warm. But they must have heard me say that I like mine on #2, so he made sure to heat my Pop Tart up a little extra. That was so sweet and thoughtful of him!
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