Scoring points and breakfast in bed
Thursday, November 1, 2012 
One of the things I'm really enjoying about Bubby as he gets older is the conversations we have. His conversational skills improve by leaps and bounds in between each and every visit I have with him. I love the unique expressions he uses, as well as those that make it clear he's mimicking Mommy or Daddy without really knowing what the phrases mean.
One example of the latter was when Bubby mentioned that he couldn't eat a particular food—I can't recall what food or even what the conversation involved—and told me that it wasn't a good food choice because it had "thirty-fifty-hundred points" in it. Seems Mommy's attention to points associated with food, per the Weight Watchers plan she's kept an eye on since having Mac, has left quite the impression on Bubby.
Not that our conversations always featured food, but there was another time Bubby impressed me with his conversational skills...and his memory. At breakfast one morning, Bubby took a bite of his peanut-butter toast which he'd topped with a piece of the Count Chocula cereal Gramma had bought him as a treat.
"Mmm...it tastes just like my birthday cereal," he said.
Seems one of the birthday rituals for Bubby is that he gets to choose his breakfast cereal. It's a treat because Bubby doesn't usually get to eat the sugary cereals (like the Count Chocula Gramma bought him), and he had chosen Reese's cereal for his birthday breakfast in June.
"Mommy and Daddy brought it to me in my room," he continued with the story of his birthday breakfast.
"You had breakfast in bed on your birthday?" I asked him.
"Yeah! I got to eat in my room!" he enthusiastically shared, the memory of the happy meal glimmering in his eyes.
I asked him if Mommy and Daddy stayed or if he ate alone in his room. "No! Roxy [his dog] stayed with me," he said, "but I didn't give her any food."
"That's pretty awesome," I told him.
But I didn't really think so. At least not for me. I don't like breakfast in bed. While it's supposed to be a relaxing treat—and my daughter obviously thinks so, as she treated her son to it for his birthday and he thoroughly enjoyed it—I disagree.
I happily accept meals prepared for me any time of the day, any day of the year. But I don't want to eat them in bed. Alone. For one thing, it's hard to eat in bed—even with a nifty tray Jim purchased for that one occasion. Secondly, it's lonely when it's only the one being honored nibbling on her toast and worrying about spilling her coffee in the covers, all alone, with no one to talk to (and not even room to spread out the morning paper to read while eating).
Nope...breakfast in bed is no treat for me.
But it was for Bubby. And hearing about his awesome Reese's cereal in bed that he didn't share with anyone, not even Roxy, made me smile.
As does most everything Bubby says.
Well, except for all those comments he recently made about my age. The art of polite conversation is a skill Bubby has yet to master.
I'm assuming mastering polite conversation won't be difficult for Bubby, though, as he easily picked up the complex concept of avoiding foods with a high number of points. Especially those with thirty-fifty-hundred points.
Today's question:
How do you feel about being served breakfast in bed?
Reader Comments (12)
I most often eat breakfast while catching up on site stats, posts, etc. from the previous night (or reading your blog:) A non-productive, boring, and solitary breakfast in bed doesn't appeal to me.
However, my hubby and now adult daughters used to 'surprise' me with breakfast in bed every birthday and Mothers Day...and I darn well pretended to love it! It was the thought that counted and I still haven't told them otherwise. LOL.
I cannot imagine eating breakfast in bed. I don't think I would like it, but no one has ever offered so I don't know for sure.
A food that has thirty-fifty hundred points must be awfully good--rich, buttery, mmm.
Breakfast in bed alone would be a treat to me... if I got to sleep in before it. :)
Isn't it great to watch little ones become their own "person"? Bubby is so smart and show a wonderful personality at every age, besides, he's mighty cute, too.
I'm not a real fan of "breakfast in bed" myself, spent too many there that consisted of plain saltines for morning sickness; of course, I feel like I was pregnant for most of my life (having seven children will do that to your memory).
I do not like to eat in bed. It's just messy and not all that comfortable to me. Also, I don't want to eat immediately upon waking.
I've never understood the appeal of laying in bed having breakfast and doing the Sunday crossword puzzles. I think it is that whole fear of spilling coffee on myself or anyone else! I prefer a table! love the pictures! He is such a cutie!
I would love to have Sunday breakfast along with the paper served to me in bed!
I don't have any interest in breakfast in bed....it sounds like too much work to eat that way.
My granddaughter, who is close to Bubby's age, has started saying she is allergic to something that she doesn't want to eat.
Don't want breakfast in bed, hate the thought of those pesky toast crumbs in the bed,
Wouldn't refuse my early wake up coffee in bed if someone would bring it in to me,
see this is what happens when you GET SO OLD....you don't want breakfast in bed anymore :) :) :)
It always looks so classy on TV or in a movie, but it is a clumsy thing to try and accomplish. It is not something that appeals to me.
I'm not a fan of breakfast in bed. My kids used to want to serve me breakfast in bed when they were little. It was especially difficult because we had a waterbed. Have you ever tried to drink coffee in a waterbed?