Precocious pre-schoolers and Mother's Day cards. A zillion trees could be saved, but wouldn't we miss the priceless sentiments of scribbled memorabilia?
One 4-year-old budding Picasso draws his Jill stick-figure with embellishments like shoes and even gold earrings. His teacher asks what he likes about Mom, and she pens the boy's exact spirited words.
Hours later, eating hamburgers for dinner, his mind somehow rabbit-trails back to those gushy words he shared with his teacher... "Mom, come wiff me to the refrigerator…"
Mom is quizzical about her little one's request, interrupting mealtime, but presses pause to follow her boy. The pre-reader points and inquisitively asks, "Read this... what does it say?"
She finally reads and digests the endearing words on her card. Words she might remember for years to come. "Sweetie, your card reads, 'I like Mom when she doesn't make yucky food.' "
Hmmmm… Does he mean "Mom, your hamburgers are yummy. Thanks for making them tonight"?!?
No. The unexpectedly refined, neo-vegetarian Mother's Day coaching message is: "Mom, HAMBURGERS are YUCKY."
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