How do you like your eggs in the morning?

I could hear the wee CEO singing in his bedroom from about 6am. Mummy was still asleep.

A wee bit later he had sneaked through and was excitedly 'whispering' in my ear and fishing out his homemade card and goodies from under the bed.

So up we got. To prepare a breakfast of kings. Or queens, since it was for mummy. Homemade, freshly squeezed orange juice, crispy bacon, daddy's special pancakes and maple syrup. Tea. A flower. And a kiss.