My son attempted to please me with sugar cookies today.
I worked last night, got home at 9 am and he went to his dad's at noon. When I got up there were sugar cookies on a plate. Granted they were an odd brown color, and tasted like baking soda, but it is the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a while.
Then I went and picked up Olive from daycare, came home and the dog puked the equivalent to the amount of water which flows over Niagra Falls onto the middle of the living room carpet.