Today is my birthday and my thoughtful little Carson decided to make me breakfast in bed. He went downstairs and dragged a chair into the kitchen and up to the freezer door. Next he opened the freezer and pulled out a box of Eggo Waffles. He said he picked the strawberry ones instead of the blueberry ones because the blueberry were his favorite (at least I'm teaching Carson to be honest, right?!). Then my bright 3.5 year old proceeds to open the unopened box of strawberry Eggo waffles, open the plastic to the inside package, and get out three waffles. Two for mommy's birthday and one for him. The toaster wasn't plugged in so he decided to plug it in himself (yes, we had a L-O-N-G talk about this point). While the waffles were toasting he climbed on top of the kitchen counters and got out two plates and two forks. Our waffles popped out of the toaster, needed butter and syrup, and a long journey upstairs to mommy in bed.
I was awoken by a loud "Happy Birthday Mommy! Here is your yummy breakfast! I made it all by myself just for you because I LOVE YOU! You are the greatest mommy ever!" Now what better birthday present could a mommy ask for???
Now don't worry, the kitchen didn't burn down, there wasn't butter and syrup all over everything, the rest of the Eggo waffles were returned to the freezer where they belong, AND we had a gentle discussion about needing an adult to help plug in appliances and cook food in the toaster/stove/oven/etc. He did a perfect job cleaning up after himself and what three year old knows how to make breakfast?? I think I am going to have him train Al! But boy was my Carson proud of himself for his culinary masterpiece birthday breakfast surprise for Mommy. As he should be. These are certainly the moments to cherish.