“Here Daddy!”

I opened one eye and then quickly recoiled away from the blurry object that was being shoved in my face. Gideon was standing next to my bed. He was smiling and held a soggy paper towel in his pudgy hand. He thrust it towards my nose again.

“Wait,” I gently held my hand up in front of my face as a shield. “Gideon, what is that? Why are you doing this to me?”

He hopped once and said, “Bekfass!”

I stared at him for a moment. “Breakfast?”

He nodded, “Bekfass!”

I sighed, and rubbed my eyes in an attempt to clear my vision as I took the mummified object out of his hand. “Thanks,” I croaked. Still holding one eye closed.

He watched as I slowly unwrapped the napkin to reveal a tiny damp object. It was like a wet black finger laying across my palm. For a moment I thought it was a piece of dog poop. I curled up my nose. Then the smell hit me and I realized what I was looking at.

“Gideon, is this a pickle?”

“Yeah!” he cheered.

“For breakfast?”

“Yeah!” he said again.

“Thank you. That was…” I sighed and placed the pickle on my bed side table. “You are a good boy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had breakfast in bed. I can’t think of a better way to be woken up in the morning.”

He hopped in a circle and charged out the door swinging his arms. I looked back at the shriveled gherken on my nightstand and then fell back into my pillow.