Breakfast in Bed

I realise this is strange to some, but from a very young age, about 7 or 8,  my father would wake me up in the mornings with breakfast in bed. Sweet tea with milk and sugar, two toasts with cheese, honey or marmelade.  He would carry it on a round tray with the Uninon Jack (they had lived in England before I was born...) and would set it down on my bedside table. He did this until I was about 12. After whihc I would wake up and have breakfast with him in the kitchen. And the toast was replaced with sour milk and cereal. But the tea remained...

Also on weekends, and especially when we were in our house in Brighton, England, he would wake Mom and me up with freshly baked scones. I recall especially in England when we would sit in their bedroom window and have breakfast. Their bedroom was on the second floor, and we had a nice view over the park, while eating breakfast together.