Number One Son told me he had planned to buy me a dogwood tree and plant it in my yard for Mother's Day. I thought it was a lovely idea but he said he'd been shot down by his dad.
"Why?" I wanted to know.
"Because Dad says our yard isn't big enough for another tree."
Number One and I surveyed the landscape and had a good chuckle over the lack of room for a tree. What with the wood splitter, the tractor, non-working hot tub, dirt bikes, in-need-of-repair jet ski and ski boat, cars waiting to be fixed up and resold . . . yeah--no room for a beautiful tree.
"I wanted to plant it in the front yard by the gate," he said.
"I think that's a lovely idea."
"Okay," he agreed, "I'll plant it and you and Dad can duke it out from there."
"So," I summed up, "what you're giving me for Mother's Day is a divorce?"
What a sweet, sweet boy : )