Ma maman

Je suis content que ma maman est ma maman
Parce que elle est la plus belles des maman. 

All was going swimmingly well, the poem was on the kitchen table, with a bunch of daffodils pulled out of her garden in a vase. 
And then disaster struck. I could not for the life of me find the necklace made from macaroni tubes, painted in school with my clumsy little hands. 
So I made her pancakes. She really liked them. Now she is cleaning the kitchen while I am going out to play with my mates. 
Sean made a flower vase with an empty 7up bottle and some papier mâché for his mum. And he made her a chocolate cake. She really liked it. Now she is cleaning her kitchen. 


PS: Thank you Cousin Leo for providing a sense of scale
PPS: The Luca is doing well. He is on the mend. Growing his beard. Hoping for a release tomorrow. Fingers crossed.