Surprise breakfast

Last night I was nursing Emma in the living room when Chase came in and said, "Mommy, your surprise breakfast is ready for you." I was distracted and just said something like, "that's nice Chasey, Thank you". He came in later and told me I needed to come eat my breakfast he made me. This time I was on my way upstairs to change Emma into her jammies so I again put him off. At this point it had finally sunk in what Chase had been telling me and what might await me in my kitchen. I was a little nervous about going in and finding out exactly what my breakfast a'la' Chasey might entail. (memories of Dunn throwing raw eggs around the house were starting to fight their way out of my supressed consciousness)

At this point I heard John come in from a late night at work and when I didn't hear any loud yelling as he made his way through the kitchen I was a little emboldened. I made my way downstairs , intercepted by Chase on the stairs who was still very excited about this surprise breakfast concept. As I made my way to the kitchen I was met with a counter full of an odd assortment of fridge dwellers. It seems Chase's idea of the perfect surprise breakfast is: a jar of mayonaise, the ketchup bottle, kosher dill spears, a Hickory Farms summer sausage, a zip lock baggie of left over canned mushroom slices, and a jar of Prego spaghetti sauce. He was very upset when I started putting them back in the fridge without partaking of the feast and it took some smooth Mommy Maniputlations to convince him that it would be best to put his Breakfast in the fridge and we would eat it a little bit at a time over the next little while...