We don’t have the same Mother’s Day experiences as we used to, because we don’t have small children around. Let me relate the start of our daughter’s morning. A small child waking her asks what she wants for breakfast.“I think I’d like eggs and sausage.”“You’re having cinnamon rolls.” And off zooms the child back downstairs. A little while later:“Do you want breakfast in bed or do you want to come downstairs and eat?”“I think I’d like to come downstairs and eat.”“You’re having breakfast in bed.” Zoom. It’s all good.