The year: 1989. Seven year old Jaime and her cousin Jenny, who spent the night, are making breakfast in bed for Jaime's poor, unsuspecting mom. It is 6:00 in the morning. On the menu? Soggy cheerios, burned toast and half a glass of milk.
We laughed about this years later, and my mom said "Just you wait!" This morning, my moment came.
The year: 2010. Poor, unsuspecting Jaime lays sound asleep in her warm, cozy bed. All of the sudden a bump in her arm and "Jaime, Cosette has brought us breakfast in bed." The time: 6:14 a.m. The menu? Cold, hard, peanutbutter and jelly toast on mostly-stale bread. Oh, and no drink. As I eat the cold toast and try to wake up, I groan. "I wanted an egg this morning!"
Joel laughed. "She IS your daughter, Jaime" :)