On Mother’s Day, I got to have the breakfast of my choice prepared and served by my children. Lucky for the kids, the breakfast I wanted was a snap to prepare. Lucky for me, we had a giant-sized jar of Nutella in the pantry. We all enjoyed waffles spread with Nutella, with milk for the kids to drink, and a big cup of coffee for Mom.
Should I feel guilty that the best part of my Mother’s Day came in a screw-top jar?