My mom used to bring me breakfast in bed on a tray. It wasn’t just any tray. The wooden white mini-table allowed my legs to slip underneath and the legs doubled as baskets where you could put silverware, a remote control, or a newspaper.
At some point, the function of the tray changed to be a desk for homework in bed.
Later in life it became my dining table when I was sick.
Trays are a funny accessory, aren’t they? Something you never think you need, but they just make life so much more pleasant.Tweet this!