The sight that greeted Helen Magnus as she entered the kitchen was one she'd remember for the rest of her long, long life.

Every imaginable surface was covered in sugar, eggs and possibly flour. This included the two giggling children, standing on their little stools, and the large Sasquatch manning the stove.

Upon seeing her, Ashley grinned and squealed, "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!"

Henry, at 10, was a bit more reserved. "We made you breakfast."

With great dignity, Bigfoot held out a plate and offered, "French Toast?"

"How lovely," she commented, accepting the plate, but setting it down in order to pull the two children into a hug. "Thank you so much."

Four little arms wrapped around her and sticky hands gripped her clothes. There would be countless stains all over her clothes, but Helen could not have cared less.

Best Mother's Day ever!