Mothers Day
Every Mothers Day, we would get up when the birds started singing, and begin plotting breakfast for mom. Since our dad wasn't around, she'd get the same treatment for Fathers Day. My poor mom suffered through toast with peanut butter and rice krispies, toast with margarine and sugar on top, under cooked eggs, burnt bacon, even leftovers -the one year we had nothing else in the house.
Her favorite treat was a bananna split, so one year she got a bananna split breakfast. We had one brown-spotted bananna we had been hoarding for a few days, so we cut it in half and scooped out the pink part of neopolitan ice cream. (that being the only ice cream available) We poured butterscotch syrup on top and covered it all in Cheerio's. Mom got this "breakfast" in bed with a glass of orange juice and all the dandelions from the back yard. She went into raptures over how this was her favorite food, how thoughtful we were! We bounced all over her bed, while explaining how the Cheerio's made it breakast, and the O.J. made it well-rounded! She ate about half of it, exclaimed she was full, and put the other half in the freezer to "save for later." I hope to god she pitched it when we weren't looking.
Oddly enough, there wasn't any ice cream in the freezer when Mother's day came around after that.