"Mama," my ten-year-old son said this morning. "Happy Birthday!"
"Why thank you," I said. "Nice of you to remember!"
"I have something for you," he announced.
"Really?" I asked. "What is it?"
"A masterpiece." Bubba presented me this lovely picture:
"It's a portrait of you, Mama!"
"It's beautiful," I said. "I'm going to frame it and put it in the Louvre next to the Mona Lisa!"
Then my daughter came in and modified it (with Bubba's permission), so that now looks like this:
(If you look very closely, you can see that the face in the portrait is wearing contacts, just like me.)
Aren't my kids talented?
Now I'm going to go eat this cake that my daughter made:
And then I'm going to eat the one my husband is making.
And then I'm going to stop eating cake, and go on a diet!