On Thursday, Lyle came home from preschool with a present for me. He was very excited to give it to me. It was wrapped in pink and purple tissue paper and had a heart-shaped note attached. The note had his handprints on it and a note that said, “Happy Mother’s Day, Love, Lyle.”
“Open it! Open it!” he kept telling me. I told him we should wait until Mother’s Day, which wasn’t until Sunday. “It’s Sunday now!” he said. “It’s Sunday! Open it!” It’s hard to argue with logic like that, so I opened it.
I don’t think he understands the concept of giving a gift. He kept insisting he wanted to play with it, and I told him it was his gift to me and I wanted to set it in the window. He said, “It’s my gift! My gift! I play with it!” It’s still in the kitchen window, for now.
Happy Mother’s Day, a little bit early, to all of you!
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