When we were kids, May Day was a big deal--pageants, dances around the pole and flowers for Mom. One year, we were probably 6 and 8, my brother and I picked violets and dandelions and arranged them in a little basket we made out of cardboard. We hung this basket on our front door, knocked (we didn't have a door bell), ran, and hid behind some bushes.
My mom opened the door, looked around and went back into the house. We sneaked out, knocked, and hid again. For the second time, my mom came out, wiping her hands from the dishwater, looked puzzled, and closed the door.
The third time she came out, she was really mad.."You kids are gonna get it, if you do this once more!" Then, she saw the basket...we got a great big mom-hug. Maybe she had tears in her eyes, but kids wouldn't notice that.
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