Hmmmmmm...

This morning, my 11 year old son woke me up at 6:30AM, carrying a plate of toaster waffles, scrambled eggs that he'd made himself, and a cup of yogurt.

"I thought I'd make you breakfast in bed," he said.

He hasn't made me breakfast in bed since Father's Day when he was five years old.

It's been 14 hours, and I still haven't found anything broken, stolen, or on fire. It's driving me crazy wondering what is going on.

I may not sleep tonight.