… said the Sniglet this morning. He was translating directly from the German “alles gute zum Muttertag,” as he tends to do when speaking English – it’s definitely his second language. He gave me lots of hugs and a giant hollow chocolate heart, which he’d acquired some days ago and hidden in the attic. Yes, the one with the skylight. Uh-huh, the warmest room in the house, yes, for several sunny, muggy days.
And Ignatz made breakfast-on-the-counter (would’ve been breakfast-in-bed, if he’d gotten up before 11:45) for me: a bowl of cereal, four weird wafer-egg things left over from Easter, a pickle, and a cup of cold tea, all beautifully arranged on a plate. To be honest, I’m kind of glad he didn’t get up in time to bring all that into my bedroom. I should have taken a picture, but I was too busy eating it, sorry.
They are the best kids ever, because my favorite thing is a good laugh, and they manage to supply me with at least one, almost every day.
Happy Mamaday, y’all.
Song du jour of the day: Liubi Liubi, I Love You, by Todomondo.