This thread is just for fun.  Please add to it in good humour and enjoy!

Stephen Leacock (a Canadian humouist in the previous century) had a short story called "How We Kept Mother's Day".  If I remember right, and it is probably 40 years since I last read it, they started out planning a little drive in the country for Mother.  But Dad decided that since they were going that way they might just as well throw a couple of fishing rods in back, just in case Mother decided that she would like to get out of the car and stroll along the brook - Mother didn't like fishing herself.  And if they were going to stop to fish then the teenage boy who was going to stay home because car drives are boring decided to come along.  So did his younger brother who wanted to invite a friend.  And they better make a picnic lunch - Mother offered to do that.  Well, if there was going to be a picnic, the older girl was coming along. 

To make a long story short (maybe its too late for that) it ended up with the car full of people going fishing or for a picnic, and Mother stayed home to keep the homefires burning and to prepare supper for the crowd that would show up hungry to honor her for 'Mother's Day'.

(I can't write like  Stephen Leacock.)

That's great Seeler!  I can just picture that scenario....smart Mom probably had a better time at home alone than she would have fishing!

lol re: Stephen Leacock's story about Mother's Sunday drive.

I think my boy was about 12 when he decided to surprise me with pancakes on Mother's Day morning.  What a treat!  He did a great job -- even made coffee.

Problem was that for years afterward, when I refused one of his many requests, he'd often reply jokingly, "But I made you pancakes!". 

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

I had a copy of this on our bulletin board when my boys were small.....

I got the best mother's day present from my son.  I'm single mum now and he knows how I struggle to pay bills he told me to take the money I give him for helping me around the house and put it toward a bill payment.  What I give him is $20.00 every 2 weeks.  That $20.00 ment more to me than any store bought Mother's Day Card or present.

One of those gifts from the heart, northstar.