To mark Mother’s Day yesterday, I received a sweet message from my daughter.
It certainly beats another message I received from her earlier this year:
Mummy, I HATE you! Your [sic] the worst Mummy in the world!!!
Positive or negative, I cherish my daughter’s hand-written notes, even if some of them are cloaked in ambiguity.
I choose to believe that ‘beast’ was a spelling mistake.