Well that makes a little more sense now, doesn't it?
So the day finally came when I got to open the gift he made me at school. It was a shrinky dink in the shape of Jackson's hand, tied onto a ribbon. I rocked it as a necklace to church. My friend Amber's son made her a bracelet out of the legs of his Lego men. This is the stuff motherhood is made of.
Here's what was on the scroll. I've never laughed so hard in my life.
My mom's name is Amanda.
She is 32 years old.
My mom likes to be with me.
Her favorite food is chikin.
She shops at Targit.
My mom loves when I hug her.
(Very good and very tame so far.)
The best thing my mom cooks is toste. (My poor family!)
If my mom could travel anywhere, she would go to the beche.
I love my mom because she loves me so much.
My favorite thing about my mom is her body.
All I can say about that humdinger at the end is that when Mommy and Daddy don't think the kids in the back seat are listening to them flirt with each other, Mommy and Daddy are very wrong! Ha!
I'm thankful for these two turkeys who have made me a mama.