Mother's Day Cereal Protocol

[meladara]

So, today is Mother's Day. I am mother to 3 lovely daughters, Pippa-4, Pippy-7 and Pippen-10. My mother's day starts with a four year old (Pippa) first pouncing me awake and then syllogizing on the virtues of my getting up from my warm bed to get her a bowl of cereal.

Which, mind you, she will NOT eat. Believe me, I know from experience (i.e. months

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[meladara]

The thing that was so amazing, btw, was a tub of cold water in our backyard that was filled with grass and conditioner. Once there I was treated to what I was told was a pedicure. It involved, first and foremost, me placing my legs in the freezing water and secondly having said legs rubbed down with a rock. (lol!) I don't know what the purpose of said rub down was but I was informed that it was an important part of the pedicure process. Eventually, I was allowed to remove my ice legs from the water and then I was handed a (wet and thus useless) emory board and told to file my own nails. Once again, I love my children! LOL! So glad I didn't miss that! ;)

[sixpence_jones]

Yes, we are twins. This is my mothers day too :o)

[hexgirl394]

Your mothers day was very entertaining to read about, it sounds like an episode from The Middle. A couple of years ago, my son aged 8 made me breakfast in bed which consisted of a cup of luke warm water, a slice of mouldy bread (who knows where he managed to find it), and some dandelions from the garden on a tray. It was dark in the bedroom so I just obligingly bit into the bread with the intention of making the accompanying requisite noises of great enjoyment, only to discover the true meaning of gruesome. Fair play to me, I didn't spit it out until he'd run off to get me more of the yummy stuff.

[meladara]

Oh! The food we are given. My most recent edible gift was what I was told was a salad. It was a bowl of carrots (cut with a plastic knife), cilantro, and celery (torn up with filthy hands, no doubt). Then, they expectantly stood by and watched, while I tasted it. It looked like something you'd feed to a guinea pig. I remember sitting there, with my coffee next to it thinking, 'Why me?' Then I checked for bugs (can never be to sure!) and judiciously chose a few of the safer looking veggies to nibble. Hmmm...fun times. I'm please to say I haven't had to eat moldy bread... yet.