May 11, 2014 at 10:11 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 5 months.
I decided that this year for Mother’s Day, I wanted you to pick out everything for Mommy yourself.
That’s right, I would simply be your accomplice as I snuck you out of school during your Friday afternoon nap and wisked you away to Hallmark and Whole Foods.
Honestly, you did a great job of picking Mommy’s gifts:
A pretty new summer scarf and Winnie the Pooh card from Hallmark, along with Mommy’s favorite kind of licorice and some pink lilies from Whole Foods.
I had been preparing you all week:
“Okay Jack, you and me are going to get Mommy some gifts for Mother’s Day, but it’s our little secret until Sunday.”
And I purposely waited until Friday for our dadventure to take care of these gifts, should it be too much temptation for you to spill the beans to Mommy.
But as soon as we stepped into the house on Friday, two days before Mother’s Day, you invited Mommy to the trunk of our car where we had her gifts stored.
Granted, you were already presenting Mommy with her flowers two days early, but that was supposed to be the only thing you gave her before Mother’s Day.
Mommy and I both attempted to explain to you that those gifts were meant to be a surprise.
But after about 7 minutes of you crying and screaming in the hallway, you finally blurted out, “It’s a scarf!”
At that point, I gave up and Mommy got to celebrate Mother’s Day early, by receiving her scarf.
Well, at least we made her wait for the candy and card.
From here on out, I plan repeat this same formula each year: Secretly take you away to pick out Mommy’s gifts for Mother’s Day.
I’ll be interested in learning which year your gifts actually get to remain a surprise!
It was just a tiny little Mother’s Day mishap this year, that’s all.
She still had a wonderful time with you and me today. Actually, she thought the scarf incident was pretty funny.
As for me, the “it’s a scarf!” part will probably be what I remember most about Mother’s Day 2014, years from now.
It’s pretty hilarious, actually.