Breakfast in Bed

The other day I made spaghetti squash spaghetti for the first time.  Since Andrew doesn't generally like sauce on his noodles, I topped his with melted butter and Parmesan.  He thought the "special orange noodles" were tasty until he noticed that I was sneaking them out of a squash.  Then they were disgusting!

The next morning Rex and I heard Andrew get up before we did.  We waited for the little knock that usually follows his bathroom break, but it didn't come.  We heard him head happily to the kitchen instead.

When the knock finally came, we opened the door to find him standing there holding what he called "breakfast in bed", but looked a whole lot like two plates of cold spaghetti squash.

The cold squash was topped with a little pat of cold butter and the Parmesan, he said, was waiting in the hall for when we needed it.

The breakfast may have been squash, and may have been cold, but the gesture of it melted my heart more than any normal, warm breakfast would have.
(Unless... was he just trying to get rid of it so he didn't have to eat any more?  Hmmmm)

The breakfast didn't end up being consumed in bed as it needed a bit of warming in the microwave first.  It was actually divine once it was warm, buttery, and Parmesaned.  I wholeheartedly recommend it.

Rex, however, ate cereal.  When I asked for his squash, he graciously (and quickly) agreed.

Andrew was busy eating cereal when we came down to warm up our squash.  I said, "It looks like you took care of yourself this morning!"

He said, "Yep!  And I took care of you too."