"Johnny," said a teacher to one of her young pupils, "do you think you could explain to the class the difference between ˜like' and ˜love'?"

"Well," said Johnny, "I like my parents . . . but I love Milk Duds."

This is Mother's Day. It is a day when we show our mothers that they are at least as important to us as Milk Duds.

I must tell you, though, that one Mom had a most revealing experience on her birthday. Her two children ordered her to stay in bed. She lay there looking forward to being brought her breakfast, as the inviting smell of bacon floated up from the kitchen. At last the children called her downstairs. She found them sitting at the table, each with a large plate of bacon and eggs. "As a birthday surprise," one explained, "We've cooked our own breakfast." (1)

That says bund…