My mom told me a story a few months back about Rayson when he was perhaps 1.5 years old.
We used to have these plastic toy goldfish, the size of a palm. One day he decides to take the fish to the go swimming. By the toilet. And you can imagine what happens next: fishy go down the hole. Or perhaps just lodged in there.
So Rayson decides his next course of action: cover the evidence. Grabbing a bunch of toilet paper, he shoves it into the toilet. Guess the plan didn't work because my parents still found out.
As we celebrate this special day today, our family recognizes a woman who raised two happy boys who absolutely adored her. Happy Mother's Day.
We used to have these plastic toy goldfish, the size of a palm. One day he decides to take the fish to the go swimming. By the toilet. And you can imagine what happens next: fishy go down the hole. Or perhaps just lodged in there.
So Rayson decides his next course of action: cover the evidence. Grabbing a bunch of toilet paper, he shoves it into the toilet. Guess the plan didn't work because my parents still found out.
As we celebrate this special day today, our family recognizes a woman who raised two happy boys who absolutely adored her. Happy Mother's Day.