A Gift for Mom

A Gift for Mom

“Hey, David, you got any ideas what to give your mother for Mother’s Day? I don’t have a clue what to get mine.”

“Ever thought of asking her what she’d like?”

“Well, then, it wouldn’t be a surprise!”

“No, but you’d know something that would make her happy. Isn’t that the important thing?”

“Well, yeah, but, I want to surprise her.”

“Well, Ronald, old man, you asked; I answered.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Did, too.”

“No. I asked you for an idea for something I could give her, and you said, …”

“I know what I said. I gave you a suggestion and you didn’t like it.”

“Okay. Forget it. I’ll ask her. See ya Monday.”

~ ~ ~

Hi, Ronald. So, how’d Mother’s Day go?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Why? What happened? Your mom didn’t like what you gave her?”

“Not exactly.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I asked her what she wanted, like you said, and she ‘Surprise me.’ And I didn’t know what to get, so I …”

“So you what?”

“Didn’t.”

“You didn’t get your mom a Mother’s Day present? For Pete’s sake, Ronald, you could’ve at least gotten her a box of candy.”

“I did.”

‘Oh. Well, good. So, why didn’t you give it to her?”

“I ate it.”