Saturday night the buddies asked me to set their alarm for "early". They told me they had plans for Mother's Day, and I was NOT to get up when I heard them come down the stairs. They got up Sunday morning and made me breakfast in bed. Toast with butter and honey, cut in half. It was so sweet! They gave me the gifts they had made in school and their cards. Then they turned to leave the room, and I heard G loudly whisper to S "Let's go make Mama some coffee!" I promptly woke the hubs to intersect the impending disaster in the kitchen.