My mom knows that she ruined us, don’t worry. This is not news to her. Actually, she seems fine with it and whenever we bring up something and blame mom, the woman just smiles and laughs, “sorry.”
How exactly did she ruin us? I’ll give you an example. Let’s take, oh, I don’t know, Valentine’s Day!
So every year for as long as I can remember, on Valentine’s morning we woke up and found red and pink sprinkle donuts set out in the center of the table. A glorious tower of deep-fried sugar atop a red plate that read ‘You Are Special Today.’ (That plate was put out for each of our Birthdays as well, but I don’t have it in me to explain how my mother ruined birthdays not only for her children, but for her children’s significant others…) So, Valentine’s Day.