I'm pretty sure it would be my reaction to the kids present that they got me for Christmas. I don't know what I was expecting from them but it sure as heck wasn't the Panini Grill or the Sandwich maker that I received. My husband tells me that my face was not the one of surprise or happiness as the kids had hoped (they looked for three hours to find me "just the right thing" and this is what their precious, loving, little head came up with. I've told them time and time again that I fail at making grilled cheese sandwiches and that's why we don't have them as often as they might like, so of course they take it to heart and go out and persuade Daddy to help them pick out something that will "help" Mommy. So I owe them an apology:
My dear babies--Mommy is so sorry that she didn't jump up in rapturous joy at your present. I love it, I really do. You guys picked the perfect color (Metallic red!!) and Mommy really likes how happy you guys are when I make you a sandwich on it. I'll try harder next time to have the appropriate reaction on my face, I promise.
Love, Mommy
I fail at this mothering thing sometimes.
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