Don’t Like What They’re Cooking Up

(I am attending my son’s fourth grade class for a Mother’s Day celebration. My son gives me a heads up about the process.)

Son: “So, each of us wrote something about our mothers. We’ll read it in front of everybody, we sing a song, and then you’ll have your cake and tea.”

Me: “Aww, that’s really sweet.”

Son: *whispers* “No, what’s actually sweet is the fact that, in my writing, I did not mention your cooking skills because I love you.”