My Mudda's Day Tax

Happy Mudda's Day, where do I begin? Always bitter sweet so let's focus on the damned sweet for a change. My angel in little boys clothing announced last evening he was in need of a ride to "Dollar Tree" and would it be too much trouble? Me, not thinking "Al, if you can just be patient, I'm sure that tooth will be out any day now, and you can add whatever the "Tooth GLBT Person" brings you to your savings and then hit dollar tree". "No mom, I think it can't wait because I won't lose my tooth by tomorrow" (Lightbulb) So for the first time ever, I took my kid to the store to buy a Mudda's Day present. Fully expecting my gift to consist of a watergun or a human body that has three clear plastic organs exposed and visible for all the world to see, and yet much to my suprise and maternal delight I was mistaken. From around the other side of the isle where I'd been hovering, pretending to shop while all the while keeping an assasins lock on a swatch of blue transformers t-shirt, came the child who by his very entrance into this world saved my life. In his tiny hands were two bouqets of pale pink roses and Orchids, and in the other hand was the agreed upon amount of two dollars. Al had the look of a CEO on the eve of a merger, and it was painfully obvious he needed some monetary relief of some sort. I knelt down to see the flowers, "I have to say Al, I have never seen such glorious colors. Are these by any chance for me?" "I don't know yet mom, I know this is dollar tree, but I think it would be better for their business if they called it "Dollar Tree plus tax" and quit lying to all us consumers" Yes, Al I agree. So I paid my Mudda's Day Tax, and with the change that was left Al got some tomato seeds to plant in the garden.