昨天是秋分，下班时天蓝蓝的太阳暖暖的。骑着车绕过TESCO绕到LIDL给小安和小犇儿买了Apple Turnover。一边往回走，心里一边想着两个小朋友吃他们最喜欢的苹果点心的小样儿，竟然自顾自的笑了起来。
回家孩子们都还没回来。小犇儿参加Scouts，爸爸和小安一起去送他了。我赶紧做晚餐，炒个Sugarsnap, 拌个黄瓜，然后烧个西红柿鸡蛋汤（里头再加些自己揉的糯米小圆子）。我们四个风卷残云般吃了个底朝天，吃完抹一把嘴，我吃饱了，我们说。
等陪小犇儿练完琴，刷完牙，小犇儿笑眯眯的说：I am going to read my lovely mother a book before I sleep. 然后他爬上床，拿起Anthony Browne的My Mum读给我听。他念的时候笑眯眯的，他是这么念的：
She is nice, my mum
My mum is a fantastic cook and a brilliant juggler
She is a great painter and the STRONGEST women in the world
She is really nice, my mum
My mum is a magic gardener, and she can make anything grow
And she is a good fairy, when I am sad she can make me happy
She can sing like an angel and roar like a lion
She is really, REALLY nice, my mum
My mum is as beautiful as a butterfly, and as comfy as a armchair
She is as soft as a kitten, and as tough as a rhino
She is really, REALLY REALLY nice, my mum
My mum could be a dancer, or an astronaut
She could be a film star, or the big boss
But she is MY mum
She is a SUPERMUM, and she makes me laugh a lot
I love my mum, and you know what
She loves me(she always will)
念完他又笑眯眯的亲了亲妈妈，我觉得自己真的变成了书里的那个妈妈， over the moon.
