For Mother’s Day, Connor made me a card in his kindergarten class. It is the most awesome card ever!! It’s awesomeness almost made up for the death trauma on Friday night.
This is my child’s Mother’s Day masterpiece:
You see how he drew me in red? That’s because he knows red is my favorite color! He’s a thinker, that kid. Also, notice that I have fingers now. No nose, or clothing, or hair, but I have fingers, and that’s good for scratching.
You’ll notice I had to correct the name. He did a very good job, but he doesn’t know that I’m concealing my identity, due to my contractual obligations with Harpo Productions.
Next you will notice my age. I was sitting at the table with him when I looked at the card, and I started laughing.
Connor: “What’s funny? What are you laughing about?”
Me: “You wrote that I’m 10 years old. I’m 40 years old, which is really old, and I thought it was funny that you thought I was young.”
Connor: “Oh, hahahahaha!!! That’s funny! I forgot you’re old! That’s so silly!!”
I also really like that he thinks turkey is my favorite food, and that if you’re sounding out turkey, his spelling was right. I also like that the teacher thinks I’m so stupid that she had to clarify that he meant turkey.
I didn’t burst his bubble by telling him that Mexican food and/or pizza would be my favorites. They are harder to spell, and I will let him keep on thinking that healthy things like turkey are my faves.
Lastly, I just adore that he thinks my favorite thing to do in the world is to play with him. See, he spends every single second at home, following me around, begging “play with me, let’s play light sabers, let’s play cars.” I remind him constantly that I have chores to do, and can’t play with him every moment of the day.
But he thinks that is the thing I want to do most in the world which, sometimes it is. So I will let him go right on thinking that. Sooner or later he will realize on his own that usually my favorite thing to do is nap.
I hope that you all had a peaceful, happy Mother’s Day!!