James' little preschool has a tradition of hosting a mother's day luncheon. The children line up and sing to their mothers, then present them with gifts. James' gift was a little frame that included the following:
My mom is 20 years old.
My mom likes to make dinner.
My mom is the prettiest when she wears her dresses.
My mom always says "don't hit".
My mom doesn't do anything funny.
My mom always forgets to do everything
My mom likes it when I clean up on Saturday.
I love my mom because... she hugs and kisses me!
I love this little boy. I wish that I could bottle 4 year old James up and keep him forever.
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