(I am seven years old, and there’s been a blizzard, so school is out for a week. My dad has taken my brother and me to the local sledding hill.)

Me: “Daddy! Can you push me down the hill?”

Stranger: “Would you like me to give you a push?”

Me: “No, you’re a stranger. I want my daddy to push me!”

Dad: “It’s okay, sweetie; he can give you a push. He’s the county sheriff!”

Stranger: “You’ve taught her well!”

(My five-year-old daughter is arguing with me.)

Daughter: “You know, mom. Sometimes when I argue with you, I forget you’re not an idiot!”

(My six-year-old daughter is the last one in her grade to still have all of her baby teeth. )

Daughter: “Mom, am I ever going to lose a tooth?”

Me: “I promise you, you will.”

Daughter: “But WHEN?!”

Me: “I don’t know, but probably soon.”

Daughter: “I think it’s never going to happen. I think all of my teeth have their seatbelts on, and they are tightly fastened!”

(I send my four-year-old daughter upstairs to go potty before we leave the house. We are yelling back and forth from the first floor and second floor.)

Daughter: “Mommy, I need you!”

Me: “What do you need honey?”

Daughter: “It’s not working!”

Me: “What’s not working?”

Daughter: “My butt!”

(My husband and I start laughing hysterically.)

Daughter: “It’s not funny, mommy!”

(Note: I am around six or seven years old, and I’m examining a rack of flowers for a bouquet for Mother’s Day. I need around fourteen dollars for the cheapest one.)

Me: “$9.00… $9.50… $9.75…”

(Another gentleman looking at flowers notices me.)

Gentleman: “Do you have enough?”

Me: “I’m not sure… is this enough?”

(I hand him my money, and he smiles, adding a few coins while I’m not looking.)

Gentleman: “It is now! You pick a nice one for your mum.”

(I thank him for ‘counting’ my money and pick a bouquet, then go up to the counter to pay.)

Cashier: “Alright sweetie, that’ll be [amount].”

Me: *hands her my change*

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but this isn’t quite enough. You’re a dollar off.”

Me: “Oh… I’m sorry.”

(As I start to leave, the cashier calls me back.)

Cashier: “Wait! Come back here, little lady!

(She pulls out a twenty from her pocket, pays for the flowers, and hands me back all my money.)

Cashier: “I think you’ve got it now. Here’s your change! Now, you wait here for a couple minutes. Once I’m done with the gentleman behind you, I’ll help you write out a nice card for your mum and we’ll wrap these flowers for you so she doesn’t see, okay?”

(My mum loved her flowers, and when I told her what happened she promptly went back and bought an expensive bouquet and some chocolates for the cashier that had helped me! Unfortunately we never saw the gentleman again to thank him.)

(Editor’s note: Not Always Related wishes you a Happy Mother’s Day!)