Dan let me sleep in a little this morning while he ran "daddy's restaurant" for the boys. Dan left for his church meetings at 8:30, and a few minutes later George came into my room and told me to come downstairs. This is what was waiting for me:
A place setting complete with menu, decorated pictures, my silverware wrapped in a napkin, and an appetizer. There were also two handsome waiters dressed in ties. One of them even had an apron. He took my order (smoothie, granola cereal, and a bagel) and the boys brought me breakfast. They even came back and asked if I wanted refills when my drink got low.



One waiter sat down next to me and announced his job was to sing to me, while the other went and played the piano. They even cleaned up after.
Plus, Ben said it was better than a real restaurant because I got to be treated like I was at a restaurant but, and I quote, I "didn't have to break the sabbath."
They said they want to do it every weekend because it was so fun. I won't argue with that!
So amazingly cute.

