Maggie presented me with a biography she wrote about me for Mother’s Day. It was a form that she and her teacher filled out.
My mom’s name is Mama Dana.
She is 5 or 6 years old.
She is 8 feet tall.
She weighs 5 pounds.
Her hair is gray.
Her eyes are blue.
Her favorite food is enchilada.
I like it when my mom cooks pot roast for dinner.
She likes to hug.
She always tells me to get her a Coke.
I like to dance with my mom.
I love you Mom, Maggie.
As you can imagine, I was properly amused by her perceptions of my age and size and properly chastened by her recollections that I frequently ask her to retrieve Cokes for me; however, in my defense, her father asks her about ten times more than I do. My favorite food, by the way, is not enchiladas, but she doesn’t like my enchilada casserole, so I think she said that because she thinks I must insist on making it for some reason; therefore, that reason must be that it’s my favorite.
[tags]Mother’s Day, children[/tags]