Like father, like son

Sometimes on the weekend Lincoln brings me breakfast in bed for no other reason then he's the most wonderful, perfect husband ever. Today he brought me scrambled eggs and bacon with OJ. Shortly after I finished my breakfast I heard Jake coming up the stairs. He had a tray with a sippy cup of OJ and an apple. He too was bringing me breakfast in bed. It was so adorable I wanted to cry. He and I ended up splitting the apple. The sippy cup was intended for me but I told him he could drink it since I still had some left in my glass. We had a nice little breakfast together. He'll make a great husband someday.