Breakfast in bed is not an alternative in our house. I am the first one up, and I’d rather spend a few moments in peace. Hubby dear is nary a breakfast eater, and sweet child has to be pulled out the bed. The only thing I’ve managed to do is, train him (a la Pavlov) to drink the mandatory glass of milk in his sleep. That one milk mug is so precious, that if I ever change the mug or decrease the amount of sugar or change the flavour of the Bourn...
