What a sweetie! Moonie made me Mother’s Day breakfast in bed.

Except I wasn’t in bed at the time. And it was less breakfast than a little bowl of jelly beans. And he kept the purple one for himself.

But let’s cut the little guy some slack. He can’t reach the fridge or stove or oven. And it’s the thought that counts, right?

He’s full of sugary-sweet wishes for everyone and their mothers, whether their moms are here or in their hearts.