kort tip-toes into our bedroom and taps me softly on the shoulder.
Kort: (whispers) mom?
me: (rolls over) yeah?
kort: (still whispering) is it mother's day?
me: no, why?
kort: because i just went into the kitchen and there was a present for you!
me: what is it?
kort: a brand new mop!
the hubs' response?
"that's right woman! you're already pregnant, so leave your dang shoes off, cook me some breakfast, and go clean something with your new mother's day gift!"