Or cookies for that person who is going on their one millionth vacation to some exotic island while you stay home working. All day. Every day. For the REST OF YOUR LIFE.
This one. This is what I meant.
Or cookies to say -- "Thank you for doing all those awful things that mothers do for their children that no one else will ever do. And for still loving me even when I set fire to my brother's pants while he wasn't looking." **
Yep. I think that sums it up right there.
** This statement is in no way a confession. I'm just saying that mothers love their children no matter what, right? There is no way I'm getting pinned with that after all these years.