Actual phone conversation on Mothers Day:
Scene: My workplace, a busy, busy little bakery
Me: I’ll get it! Hello, Holly B’s, this is Gretchen.
Male Voice: Happy Mothers Day.
Me: Uhhh…Thank you.
[befuddled silence while I wait for Male Voice to tell me his special order, or ask me what time we’re open till]
Male Voice: It’s your son. Casey.
Oh my god I’m the worst mom ever I don’t even recognize my child’s voice even after 21 years of practice! Oh. Hi, babe…
So go ahead, all you moms who got taken out to brunch, all you daughters and sons who bought flowers. Go on and brag on yourselves a little: what did you do? How wonderful was it? I’ll listen. I can’t really get any more embarrassed, so I might as well be happy for you!