My kids love me

It's true. They totally love me. Well, they're still too young to know otherwise. But still! Today I was having a blah blogger day. Nothing cool, or funny, or weird happened. Seeing this frustration in me (was it my constant back and forth eyes from the bar to the clock?), my son did something awesome. Something, totally blog worthy.
It was like he went out, wrapped a blog topic in pretty wrapping paper and then placed it's perfectly folded box into my lap.

At any rate, my darling children requested my presence outside for some sidewalk chalk time. I acquiesced their request (thank you elizabeth swan). We drew and colored. I was covered in chalk dust.  I looked like I got in a tug of war match using a bag of blow.  Once the blow dust blew away and we could see again... there, in the ground.... was my son's gift to me. Unbeknownst to him.

G.L.O.R.I.O.U.S.

His sweet little voice asked me "Mom, how do you like my mushroom?" 

I told him it looked like his mushroom was a grower, not a show-er.  

*editors note: my mom was totally "aaaaggggghhhh!!!!" when I explained the whole 'grower' vs. 'show-er'   

**look it up at urban dictionary   If you have high blood pressure, are on any heart medication, if you have a full stomach, get nauseous easily or have uptight tendencies... 

consider yourself WARNED.