For Mother’s Day my son made me card. It included this lovely acrostic which implies that I am a keeper.
This card also came with what I would call a coupon, but my son insists is a credit card, that gets me “one free set the table’.
When dinner time rolled around I called him inside from playing.
“Yes,” I said “I have a coupon here that entitles me to a free setting of the table. I would like to use this now.”
He smiles at me.
Then he says “Sure, can I see some I.D.?”
Normally I don’t mind getting I.D.ed at all. I generally it flattering or occasionally a good security measure, but in this case I was caught off guard.
“Um, I don’t have my wallet on me.”
“I can wait.” he said.
So I went back to my bedroom and got my wallet out of my purse. I brought my wallet in to the dining room where he was waiting patiently. I took my drivers license out of my wallet and handed it to my six year old son.
He studied the identification.
Then he looked at me.
“Okay.” he said, and then he started with the napkins.
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How was your Mother’s Day?