Happy Mother's Day to me

Today is Mother's Day and it is my job on Mother's Day to stay in bed until breakfast is delivered. It is a long-standing tradition that involves the whole family eating cereal on my bed, usually (as was the case today) with me about to explode if I don't get to the bathroom soon (it's not like it's an early morning breakfast, and I'm getting old). The bed isn't the most stable of picnic areas, but luckily we've had no major spills (thank heaven).

Today when the kids came in Kaes brought the picture and potted plant she had already given to me on Friday after school. Jonathon is in junior high and hasn't made a Mother's Day gift for me in years, but he climbed up on the bed, touched foreheads with me (a Jonathon hug when it's too difficult to use arms) and told me sincerely that he loves me. Duncan's teacher this year is a man, and either male teachers don't do Mother's Day gifts, or sixth-graders don't, I'm not sure which, but he had nothing from school to give me. Instead he read this to me:

Dear Mom,

I love you. You make good cookies. I like the Fridays we do together.

Violets are red
Roses are blue
Just think it over
It's all up to you.
You better like this or die.
Ha Ha just kidding
That was a lie.

A haiku poem
Mother you're nice, lots
You make me smile like a duck
You're scary but nice

From,
Your favorite kid (wink wink) =)

The boy totally has a future at Hallmark.