Feast

John will routinely make the whole family a feast for breakfast (the girls actually call them "Papa's feasts"), so it's only fair that they return the favor once in a while. The girls made him this breakfast, forced him to lie down on the couch and close his eyes, and while I sat on a nearby chair, Millie asked to use the camera to document the experience.

So Mildred's eye, instead of mine, saw

the cheerful breakfast on a tray

the ritual fork-feeding (I don't know why they had to feed him, but apparently, they needed to),

and the Mama, doing a routine check of the tonsils.

C'mon now; you know breakfast in bed at your house follows the same pattern...