Mama’s Day

I woke on Sunday morning to a faceful of brightly-colored flowers. A smiling little Moonie was holding them out.

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“Happy Mama’s Day!” he shouted. I’d forgotten all about Mother’s Day, and his lovely gift last year of the little dish of jelly beans. He’d continued the rainbow theme this year with an armful of daisies.

“Thanks, little dude!” I said, reaching for the flowers. Moonie grinned. “Hold on,” he said. “I have one more surprise. Close your eyes!”

I dutifully complied, and when instructed, opened them to find this:

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“Aw, thank you, Moonie,” I said. “That looks deliciou–er. Um.”

Moonie had taken a big bite out of “my” cupcake.

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In just a few more bites, the whole cupcake was gone, and Moonie looked more cheerful than ever.

“See, Mama?” he asked. “I got you this great little sign!” He held out the “MOM” flag that had been on his cupcake.

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“Oh. Er, thanks, buddy,” I said, taking my lovely little gift off his hands.

At least I got to lick a little frosting off the sign.

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