Anonymous wrote:My kids bring me breakfast in bed every Mother's Day. It's a sweet tradition. There isn't anything gross about it. It's on a tray, I eat it quietly and quickly; they always drop it off and then leave me for "peace and quiet". Then I get up and go to the kitchen to rave about it. Typically one item is over salted while the other is cold, but I wouldn't give it up and I'll be sad when these days are over.