Mother’s Day

Alexander made me a necklace for Mother’s day.  This morning, I had on a different necklace and he asked me, “Mommy, where’s your happy birthday?” and pointed to my neck.

I immediately put on his necklace.

I picked him up at school and saw that they had made us flowers with nice words on them.  Under the purple paint, it originally said, “My mommy is mommy.  She reads to me. ”  (All of the other kids’ flowers said their mom’s names).  My name is Mommy.

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