In true New Yorker style, we ordered breakfast in (complete with coffee for mom) and then I'd put the food on a tray and we'd carry it the twenty feet from the kitchen into their room and they would eat on their beds very ceremoniously.
When we moved to a house in the suburbs, the tradition ceased almost immediately. Mostly, because it just isn't as much fun to actually have to make breakfast (the reality of our new lives - no delivery!) and then transport it up the stairs to their now separate bedrooms. And also partially because I guess I was just over it. But today, looking back at old photographs, this is one family tradition I wish we had kept going a little bit longer.
Maybe this weekend I'll bring them breakfast in bed, but to be honest, probably not.
One tradition I don't miss nearly as much - the days when the kids eating on the table, instead of at the table.
Oh, good times. Any traditions you no longer keep, but wish you did?