A Birthday Tradition

Growing up, the tradition in my family on your birthday was that you got to go out to breakfast with Dad.  Just you and Dad.  At the breakfast restaurant of your choosing.

I remember going to breakfast on my birthday that I turned 11.  It was a Saturday and we went to a place called JB's.  (Does anyone remember JB's?  Are they even around anymore?)  I'm sure it was a later time for breakfast because for some strange reason they had the ice cream buffet out.  And because I was the birthday girl, I got myself some ice cream.  Chocolate ice cream, chocolate sauce, chocolate sprinkles.  My mom liked hearing about that when we got home.

I also remember going out to breakfast when I was in junior high (I think I was turning 13) and I got to go before school and miss part of the first period.  That always makes you feel special.  But I think that my dad got a speeding ticket on the way back to the junior high.  Oops.

Since I got married, Birthday Breakfasts haven't been very consistent.

But we went this morning.  And Katie got to join in on the fun.

Thanks for breakfast, Dad.  Happy (start of my) birthday to me!