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An Amazing Mother

I am truly the best mom ever.  I am always thinking of the welfare of my children and spoil them shamelessly.  For instance, there's a little cupcake shop on my way home from work called Dippidee.  On the days my 5 year old has daycare, we sometimes make a small detour to satisfy my son's sweet tooth.  They really are amazing little treats.

Today I was feeling magnanimous.  Again.

Mom:  Hey, Buddy, do you want a cupcake on the way home?

Son:  No.

4 minutes later.

Mom:  Hey, Bud!  How about a stop at the cupcake place.

Son:  No, thanks, Mom.

Pause

Son:  If you want to go in and get a cupcake for you, I'll wait in the car. Oh, and get a cupcake for my brother because he likes cupcakes.

And so I left him in the car, ran past three women, ordered a chocolate cupcake with cream cheese filling, whipped creamy topping, caramel and pieces of Heath bar and a smaller German chocolate cupcake for the brother and pushed myself back out to the car where my boy was still sitting.

Two hours later I realized my error. I couldn't give the big brother a cupcake in front of his sisters!  That would just be rude!  So I went out to the car and quietly ate that German chocolate cupcake so there would be no arguments.

Aren't I an amazing mom?

Comments

  1. As long as the 4-year old doesn't rat you out, you're in the clear.

    You deserve the cupcake, because of your amazing abilities as a mother.

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  2. Good cupcakes excuse bad parenting anytime. They are probably the solution to the Israeli/Palestinian conflict.

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  3. This is the best example of Mother of the Year award I have heard all day!

    Seriously..... cupcakes trump kids any day of the week. The sooner your kids understand that, the better.

    Just sayin...

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  4. I love that he is totally on to you. He is thinking, just go get the cupcake already.

    And a wise move with the one cupcake, three children. You have chosen wisely!

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  5. awesome...that's exactly what I would do...for fairness sake. ;)

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  6. I can only think of one person:
    Mother Tereasa

    I am officially removing myself from the runnings for Mother of the Year. I bow to your awesomeness.

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  7. I am lost for words.

    Your selflessness is beyond description by meagre words. The sacrifices you make to ensure the well-being of your children brings a tear to my eye. I am honoured to know you. I hope that by being your virtual friend that a little bit of your wonder may travel through cyberspace and rub off on me.

    I feel called upon to try out this theory at our local bakery this afternoon.

    Thank you from the bottom of my heart....!

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  8. Okay - you made me laugh! I would have eaten the other cupcake before I even pulled into the driveway!

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  9. An inspiring act of selflessness. Bravo.

    I think of the car parked in the driveway as "my office." I get wi-fi out there and there are many places to hide snacks. What? I can't hear you. The windows are rolled up.

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  10. Amazing, yes a simply amazing mother. It takes one to know one so you see, you are way above average. LOL

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