And it was animated -- the two tiny little kiddie o's came out from an invisible door, ran, and, careful to avoid the pearl necklace Dad got her last year for letter-versary, jumped into little g's arms, handing her a flower that probably came with a homemade coupon book, which allows her to exchange little slips of construction paper for things she doesn't really want -- a smudgy car wash, homemade Kraft dinner (Spaghetti O's would be too terrifying), and an insufferably pointy back rub. But she loves them so much because that's what g's do -- they love their little o's no matter how lame their homemade coupon book is.
My Mother's Day Google doodle was me, the lowercase "l', running to my mom's arms with a coupon for a margarita and the promise that I will always always need so much from her. So when will Mom exchange the coupon for me to come to her house and take another rake from her garage? Or the coupon for her to take me and Levi out for dinner at a restaurant of our choosing? Or the coupon for her to stop by with a pineapple, a pint of strawberries, and a bottle of mojito mix, just because?
As a side note, little g could've had an entirely different set of twins -- twins that never wanted to be together. Like y's. What do you do with a couple of little bitty y's who never want to hang out? I guess if you have twin y's, you just have to hope you're in China.
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