Mother's Day

We are out of cereal and I wouldn't want to chance the husband in the kitchen with a spatula and a frying pan. I figure we should let the Fire Department have the day off. Needless to say I didn't expect breakfast in bed so when the 2 year old crawled into my bed this morning I just asked for coffee. 5 minutes later I dragged myself down the hall to find Thing1 hauling a chair from the dining room to the kitchen like we do when he helps me bake. Unfortunately, he was hindered by the dining room rug. Or perhaps that was fortunate as who knows what kinds of mess I would have walked in to find had he succeeded. I told him not to worry about it and he gave up on the chair but, not to be easily dissuaded, he walked into the kitchen to poke his head in the fridge. He dug around in there then hollered, "I can't see it!" Unfortunately for the vertically challenged, we keep the coffee in the freezer.