When my sister and I were kids, we used to create breakfast-in-bed menus and take them to our parents. Inside the menu, our parents would find checkboxes next to a list of our offerings: things like eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, coffee, OJ, hot cocoa, or milk. After they'd made their selection we'd retreat back to the kitchen to assemble their order. Occasionally we'd try to get creative and they would end up with olive pancakes or coffee with grenadine. But no matter what we made, I think they were always appreciative.