For Mother's Day I got a lovely, heart-felt card from Boy in which he wrote of his devotion to me. Specifically, he stated that he loved me because I made yummy food for him.
In a fit of pique, exasperated once again at my abysmal dinner-time record - I'm just fed up with your food Mummy! - he confessed the following:
You know how I said in my card that I loved you because you made me yummy food? Well I only said that because I couldn't think of anything else.
Fabulous.
The good news is that he does still love me. He just genuinely couldn't think of any reason. And still can't.
I think that's fair enough, really.
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