A few days ago the neighborhood girls were sitting with me on the front porch...they asked about my favorite Mother's Day. I said it had to be, when my little kids made me breakfast in bed. They knocked at the door and walked in the bedroom, LuAnn, carrying the tray. I was served a tall glass of grape juice and toast with grape jelly. I wasn't crazy about grape flavor, but it was the kids favorite. I ate the whole thing. I had to, when I looked at their proud little smiling faces. They were probably 11, 12 and 1 at the time. When I told the story to the girls, one little girl said, "Neat idea...I'm going to make my Mom breakfast in bed. Ill have to get up before 6:30." I wonder what she served?