We don’t have the same Mother’s Day experiences as we used to, because we don’t have small children around. Let me relate the start of our daughter’s morning.
A small child waking her asks what she wants for breakfast.
“I think I’d like eggs and sausage.”
“You’re having cinnamon rolls.” And off zooms the child back downstairs.
A little while later:
“Do you want breakfast in bed or do you want to come downstairs and eat?”
“I think I’d like to come downstairs and eat.”
“You’re having breakfast in bed.” Zoom.
It’s all good.
