When you have kids…of any age really you never know what is going to come out of their mouths, especially in public. Often it is screams, I WAAAAAANT’s and MAAAAAAMA’s…enough to drive right round the bend. Then there are those times that every parent fears, yet every parent goes through. When your darling child says something to embarrass the crap out of you, oh out of the mouths of babes. I had it happen recently with my 3 year old son on vacation, we were chatting with a lovely older couple from Vancouver when my son blurted out to the woman, “What’s wrong with your mouth.” His sweet angelic face staring up at her eager to hear her response. I swear I have never moved so fast as we quickly said our goodbyes and scurried off to dig in the sand. You see the woman had obvious work done and lip plumping and below her nose on her face no longer moved. Leave to the 3 year old to point it out. But today that innocence and wonderment created a moment with total strangers…In Public…That I will never forget…And it left something with me. My toddlers and I were in line at the drug store to buy our Mother’s Day card for Nana, when a woman walked up and stood behind us in line. Immediately my 2 year old daughter came over and poked me and said quietly… “Mama she’s a Pwincess” I will admit, I did not look back, I just blindly agreed with my daughter as I was reading the headlines of the rag mags trying to figure out who’s cellulite was on the front page. How many times have we done this…just answered blindly to appease or hush…I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN. My 3 year old son who is not quite as tactful yells out … “Yes mama, she IS a Princess” Again, having no clue what they are talking about, I am the “YES” mom… “Ya, ya a princess, yup she is” as I scan the covers hoping to spot Mr. Clooney. So now my kids are behind me in line and they are talking to this woman, a woman I have not actually turned around to look at. My son…”Your very pwetty lady.” My Daughter…”Yes yes you are wery wery pwetty.” As they get louder I am awakened from my trash mag coma and turn around to reign them in as they seem to now be stalking this poor woman. I raise my head to apologize to her and I finally look her in the eye…AND…. there are huge tears streaming down her face. HOLY CRAP! They made her cry…I quickly shuffle them in front of me as I am apologizing like crazy to this women for my toddlers harassing her to tears. She calmly put her hand on my shoulder and said… “I can count on one hand how many times I have been called pretty, your children made my heart smile” HOLY CRAP! Now tears are streaming down my face…I am in line , at the drug store, crying with a total stranger…and I have no words for her. I am stunned silent. I smile a weak ass smile as I turn around to put my items on the counter to pay and… HOLY CRAP! the teller has tears streaming down her face! She looked at both of us and said… “They can’t put this stuff in greeting cards.” So there we are, three women, total strangers, all crying together…and almost simultaneously once we realized how silly we looked, we all broke into bouts of laughter. With perfect timing the clerk placed a box of tissue on the counter and we all composed ourselves. The toddlers…oblivious to it all …as they were entranced by their lollipops. Why did my daughter call her a princess in the first place? She had a very simple, yet pretty, scarf in her hair… fit for princess. COMPLIMENTS….pass them on. Happy Mothers Day xo Cheers Mama’s Love…Bellini 2 ounces Peach Puree 1 ounce Mango Juice 3 ounces Champagne or Sparkling Wine 1/2 Cherry Brandy Add all ingredients except the Champagne or Sparkling wine to a shaker filled with ice and shake well. Strain into a wine goblet and top with Champagne or Sparkling wine. Garnish with a fresh slice of peach or Mango.