When I woke up on Mother's Day Sunday morning and got dressed to take the dog out for a walk, with my wife still asleep, Matthew walked into the bedroom. "Shhsh," I told him. "Don't wake up mommy." We walked downstairs with Brandi (our yellow Lab) trailing behind, urging me in her way to get out of the house. I told Matthew to get into bed and wait until I got back.
"But," I said, "if mommy wakes up, make sure you wish her a happy Mother's Day."
"Happy Mother's day?"
"Yes, Happy Mother's Day. Let me hear you say it, 'Happy Mother's Day'"
"Happy Mother's Day."
"Good. Now get back into bed and wait for mommy."
I was out with Brandi for a good forty, forty-five minutes. I like to give the dog a good walk on the weekends, take her to a field and let her fetch a tennis ball. I didn't know what to expect when I got back. The night before Matthew had been sassy talking back to mommy, and so mommy had yelled at him and might have been still sore at him.
When I walked into the house, there was mommy and Matthew on the couch, cuddled together, looking at something on Mommy's laptop. It could have been a Madonna and child picture moment. There were sounds of a cartoonish nature coming from the laptop. Both were quiet, and I could see mommy was enjoying the cuddle.
"What are you watching?" I asked.
Matthew lifted one of his arms that was hugging mommy and pointed to the screen. "Scooby Doo!"
I didn't even know Matthew was aware of Scooby Doo.
Mommy then looked up. "He wished me a happy Mother's Day as soon as I woke up," she said proudly. She squeezed a hug. I could see she treated him to Youtube cartoons on her laptop because of it. I guess I hit it right with my conversation with Matthew before I left the house.
"Who's that?" Mommy asked Matthew.
"Shaggy and Scooby Doo!" Matthew responded.