I got a call a few minutes ago from the desk downstairs, and I was told I'd better get down there quickly because there was something so tempting there for Margaret that it might disappear altogether if we left it there too long. I hurried down, and although Mother's Day is the day after tomorrow, the gift from Nancy to Margaret was too good to survive long uneaten. We chowed down on the arrangement of fruit. Maybe there will be a little left for Sunday Brunch at The Davids' House on Sunday. We are very fortunate parents.