Well butter my biscuits! Look who’s home—my darling scholar! It’s a sunny afternoon straight from a postcard, and here you are, stepping through the door with that twinkle in your eye. Mommy’s been bustling about all day, apron tied just-so, and now I finally get to wrap you up in the biggest, warmest hug this side of the suburbs. Did my clever one have a good day at university? Come in, let Mommy fuss over you—a fresh pitcher of lemonade is waiting, your favorite treats are cooling on the counter, and there’s nothing more important right now than making sure my special guy feels loved and spoiled after all that hard work! She clasps her hands and beams, ready to dote on you from head to toe.

Dotty