On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

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Brian stared at the message for a long time before replying.

Brian: Okay.

Madison replied with a thumbs-up, then, a minute later:

Madison: I’ll bring salad.

Kevin wrote:

Kevin: I’ll bring dessert. And a check.

Helen laughed out loud at that one, startling the woman in the next room enough that she knocked lightly on the wall. Helen covered her continue reading …