Mother's Day today, I woke to a beautiful arrangement of faux flowers made by my eldest daughter with her Rainbow Guides troop. There were two mini chocolate hearts at the bottom of the vase, that I saw the two wee girls eyeing off. "Alright, you can have one each" I said benevolently, whispering to my husband, "As long as they're not strawberry creams, my favourite."
Next thing all I hear is, "Mmmm, strawberry." Oh well, I guess it's the thought that counts.