Michael asked if I'd like something special for breakfast on Mother's Day. "I'd like to sleep in and have french toast in bed."
At 6:00 a.m., Nina's hot, stinky little-kid-with-8-metal-caps-on-her-teeth breath was on my face and she's pleading, "Wheeeennnn are you getting uuuupppp?"
Same thing at 6:10, 6:20, 6:45 and 7:00. At 7:15, the team couldn't wait any longer and they burst into the room. Nina shouted happily, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Nina's card (made this morning) read, "Mom I love you. I don't like bad guys. They're mean. Nina." Touching, huh?
Audrey was a little softer in her card, noting that I'm "kind." Awwww!
Then came gift time. You'll recall the fantasticly versatile zebra print snuggie I got for my birthday... so I was anxious to see what they chose this time. (drum roll please)... TINKERBELL pajama bottoms!
Michael, however, scored big points with the new Tina Fey and Rob Lowe books.
Then I was treated to my favorite breakfast, while wearing a crown. Oh, and Audrey also put a portable mirror in front of me so I could watch myself eat. How nice!
And that, my friends, was my great morning.