“Mommy Gum Drop,” said Uncle Sour Gum Drop in an angry tone of voice. “Where is my breakfast?”
“Do you not know it is Mother’s Day?” asked Mommy Gum Drop. “I am sure you can make yourself a piece of toast or a bowl of cereal.”
“I don’t understand all this talk about Mother’s Day,” snapped Uncle Sour. “When do I get pampered?”
“What is going on here?” asked Daddy Gum Drop, coming into the room and hearing the very last statement Uncle Sour had said.
“What is going on with Mother’s Day?” Uncle Sour shouted. “I want to be pampered.”
“I see,” said Daddy Gum Drop. “You do realize that all of us, you, me a and Baby Gum Drop are pampered already, every single day.”
“How so?” asked Uncle Gum Drop.
“Who cooks for you?” asked Daddy. “Who cleans and does the dishes? Who does your laundry?”
“Mommy Gum Drop,” admitted Uncle Sour.
“Correct,” said Daddy. “And, when she does all of these things for us, does she ask for anything in return?”
“No,” said Uncle Sour. “She doesn’t.”
“So,” said Daddy. “Who deserves to be pampered on Mother’s Day?”
“Mommy Gum Drop,” said Uncle Sour.
Uncle Sour got up from the chair he was sitting on and he went into the kitchen. He came out about a half an hour later with a big stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the sweetest syrup he could find in the pantry.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” Uncle Sour exclaimed.
Mommy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She thought that was the sweetest gesture ever.
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