Even though I'm not a mother, Woodrow made me breakfast today. He made me pancakes and eggs yesterday, and I think that was only the second time he'd ever made me breakfast. Today it was scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and coffee.
I told him that it was better than I would have done. Breakfast is not my thing, and it is always hit and miss when I make it.
Breakfast this morning was some of the best ever!