Mothers are the dressing on the salad of life: tangy, zesty and absolutely necessary to enjoy the salad. In case you are wondering, Dads are the croutons: crusty, kinda’ squarish, a bit stale, and more often than not, smelling like onions or garlic. The kids are the bits of salad that get stuck between your teeth that you can’t get out and drive you insane trying.

I saw these cards as I was shopping for my wife’s Mother’s Day card …

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