Many years ago, I told the little big man that I wanted to have a massage, as I had been working so hard and thought it would be a lovely present for Mother’s Day. Little did I know that the cheeky boy created a card with the following:
I had to laugh!
Whatever you mother’s, auntie’s, god mother’s and substitute mother’s ask of the child or children you look after, do not be too disappointed if you don’t get it.
At least he got me breakfast in bed! Wonder what I will not get this year.
