On Father’s Day, Mommy made breakfast for Daddy when he finally woke @ 12pm. As usual, EJ was up early and running around and that made mommy very distracted. Daddy ended up having toasted biscuits and somehow the eggs and salami survived. Daddy later expressed at dinner how disappointed he was that he did not get breakfast in bed; that when he finally got breakfast he ate it in the living room. I am very sorry, next year I will try to remember. By then, EJ can help me – even if it is to only stick the bread in the toaster.