It was Johnny's kindergarten year. We were at a PTA meeting which just so
happened to fall close to Mother's Day. After the meeting us parents were
asked to go to our children's classrooms for a special presentation. We are
instructed to sit at our child's desk. Things are going smoothly so far. I
haven't been asked to do bulletin boards, help tutor or chaperone field
trips. I am thinking cool.this meeting I have dodged the bullet :-) Johnny's
teacher gets up and tells us all how wonderful our little people are doing.
Everyone knows how to read and write now. Yippee! As a Mother's Day gift she
has had each student make a card, decorate it, and inside write what they
love best about their Mother. She is going to read them aloud then hand the
card to the Mom it belongs to. Aww, this sounds sweet doesn't it? And they
were. You can't get much sappier than a 5 year old explaining why they love
Momma. Then it happened. Everyone is quiet as she reads the last card. "What
I love best about my Mother.is that she will FART and blame it on ME." The
room erupts in laughter and I want to crawl under the desk as she hands me
my very first home made Mother's Day card.