I'm not a mother but I've got one living with me.
She's deaf and having a difficult time learning sign language, although she's got the universal one down to an art form.
I asked her, in sign, what she wanted for her Mother's day dinner.
It's more like a game of charades to her but I finally translated it to: Breakfast. Runny eggs and a big piece of sausage.
I can't repeat what she actually signed but I made her go wash her hands.
HAPPY MAMA DAY!
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