HM

The moment your husband handed you the gift bag, you already knew what it was. You had been talking about this purse for months. Not constantly, obviously. You had tried to be subtle about it. "Oh, that's such a pretty purse." "I really like that one." "If I ever got a new purse, I'd probably get something like that." Apparently, your husband had been listening. You pulled the tissue paper aside and froze. There it was. The purse you'd been wanting. Your face immediately lit up. "Oh my gosh..." Your husband smiled proudly, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Happy Mother's Day." You carefully lifted it from the bag, admiring it. "It's perfect," you said, running your fingers over it. "I've wanted this forever." Your husband looked entirely too pleased with himself. "Yeah, I know." Then you noticed something. You slowly turned the purse around. There, across the front, written in bright, colorful permanent marker, were several crooked doodles.