Or as we like to call it around here...
The girls and Mr F served me breakfast in bed. Then the girls stood about 5 inches from my face watching me eat.
"Can I just have one bite of your waffle?" Kid asks.
"Dad is making you your own." I reply.
"I know, but I'm not sure if I'm going to like it... can I just try yours first?" Kid explains.
Ah, yes, of course.
Please feel free to waste a bite of the waffle I'm enjoying before you risk wasting any of your own.
Happy Mother's Day!