|Available in Decatur at Seventeen Steps.|
The children all made their own gifts, as well. The Baby decorated a flowerpot at school:
Which was very cute until she realized that the flowers were plunged into green play-doh (not capitalized because I think it's homemade) to hold them in place. She then deconstructed the entire gift, pulling out all the flowers, the pink Easter grass, and finally the green play-doh. After she got tired of playing with the individual elements of my gift, I put it all back together and cleaned up the stray Easter grass and play-doh that had fallen on the floor. Nothing like a gift that keeps on taking.
While I love the Baby's gift, I think that when kids get a little older and can make their own gifts, you get some really awesome stuff. Which brings me to the Girl's gift, a coupon book, and the Boy's gift, the most awesome Mother's Day card ever.
Here is the cover of my Mother's Day coupon book:
|I believe that should be "snuggles." Unless she means|
"strudels." I would take 100 free strudels in a hot second.
|I'm glad she clarified that the "cleaners" refers to the house|
so I wouldn't get mixed up and think she meant crime
scene cleaning like the movie.
Me: I'm using my coupon for my 20 minute free period. I'll be in my room.
(after 1 minute)
Kid: How many minutes until we can bother you?
(after another minute)
Kid: How about now? How many minutes?
Kid: Um, okay. But, what if someone's bleeding? Can we bother you then?
Me: Yes. If someone is bleeding you can bother me.
Kid: Okay, but what about blunt force trauma? What about then?
Me: Yes, injuries of any kind, you can bother me.
Kid: What about a house fire?
Me: Yes. Any emergency is fine.
Kid: Okay....how many minutes now.
Kid2: I'm kind of starving to death and probably dehydrated, so it's an emergency and I need you to get me something to eat and drink.
Me: You know, let's take a raincheck on this coupon. It doesn't seem like the timing is right.
Kid: You've already used it, so you've kinda forfeited that one. Now you only have nine left. Just so you know.
Me: Duly noted.
|Given the number of yogurt squeezers consumed in|
our house and the weird places I've found them, this
is probably the most useful coupon.
|Well, already used that one.|
Here's the front:
|You were expecting flowers or a heart? Sorry.|
|He also signed it "from" and his first and last names.|
The best part is that on the inside of the cover he cut out pieces of paper with some adjectives that he felt describe me:
|Wait for it...|
|Crafty...and I'm pretty sure it's not a reference |
to my ability to do crafts
|Cynical. So, Abercrombie & Fitch is out for me.|
|Last but not least, awkward.|
|In context. A full array of all my best qualities.|
I had to stop myself from laughing so hard that I cried in front of him. I took a second to collect myself and then asked him where he found the words. He said, "I didn't want just a bunch of boring words to describe you, so I found some really original ones." Mission Accomplished. I'm really not sure if he knows what all the words mean, but who the hell cares? I bet I'm the only mother in the entire world to receive a card from her child that comments on her awkward cynicism...as personality high-points.
I can't even tell you how much I love it. This just proves to me that the Boy and I are on the same wavelength that he would make the card for me and that it could be the most perfect thing I could ever hope for. My only fear is that I love it so much that it means that I'm not cynical.
I hope you all had a Flashing Good Weekend!*
*I'm working on the the trademark application for this phrase.