Martin woke up a 7:45 this morning, a little later than normal.  When he came out of his room, he wasn't happy that I was already downstairs exercising.  He asked Kris, our nanny, to open the gate and let him into the basement.  He came down to talk to me and gave me instructions, "Take off your shoes and make me breakfast."  So, of course I did.  Evidently no one can spread peanut butter on plain white bread like I do.