On Maple Street, in the house with the swing,
lives Caleb, who's six and loves one thing —
not dragons, not race cars, not cookies that crunch,
but Mommy, who loves him a whole, whole bunch.
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I Love Mommy
A Ten-Page Story to Read and Color
Ages 4–9 · Black Coloring Books
Ages 4–9 · Family · Gratitude · Mothers
I Love Mommy
A Ten-Page Story to Read and Color
Caleb James is six, and he wears a cape everywhere — because his mommy drives a city bus, fixes scraped knees, and still has hugs left over at the end of the day. So one Saturday he wakes up with a plan: breakfast in bed, pancakes and juice and a flower on the tray. Then the flour hits the ceiling, the juice hits the floor, and the toaster starts smoking. Ten rhyming pages, ten detailed line drawings, and one boy who finds out that a ruined breakfast can still be the best gift his mommy ever got.
- Story spine
- A superhero mommy · The plan · The disaster · The tears · The hug
- Who you're coloring
- Caleb James, six years old, short soft curls, big dimples, one gap tooth, striped t-shirt, shorts, sneakers, and a homemade cape he never takes off. His mommy Denise drives a city bus — tall, warm, braided hair pulled back in a low bun. Baby sister Zoe rides along in her stroller.
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His mommy drives buses all over the town,
from the very first stop till the sun's going down.
She waves through the window each time they pass by,
and Caleb waves back with his cape to the sky.
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She bandages knees that get scraped on the slide,
she reads one more story with Caleb beside.
She hums while she braids little Zoe's soft hair,
and somehow there's always enough love to share.
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One Saturday morning he woke with a plan:
“I'll make her a breakfast as grand as I can!
Pancakes and juice and a flower beside —
a tray fit for Mommy, my joy and my pride.”
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But oh — the pancake mix puffed like a cloud,
the juice hit the floor with a splash that was loud.
The toast popped up smoking, the butter slid down,
and Caleb stood still in the mess with a frown.
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His chin started trembling, his eyes filled with tears.
“It's ruined,” he whispered. “I wanted for years
to give her a breakfast all perfect and sweet —
and now there's just smoke.” And he slid from his seat.
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Then Mommy came in and she saw the whole sight —
the flour, the smoke — and she held him so tight.
“You made this for me?” And she kissed his wet cheek.
“It came straight from you, love. That's all that I seek.”
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So they wiped up the juice and they opened the door,
they stirred a new bowl and they giggled some more.
Two pancakes for Mommy, one funny-shaped one —
they ate on the porch in the warm morning sun.
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That night at the table he drew a big star:
his mommy, the driver, the best one by far,
with a cape flowing out and a smile extra wide —
and there, standing small, Caleb right by her side.
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She stuck it up high where everyone sees,
right next to the magnets and old recipes.
Now who is YOUR hero? Go find her and say —
then draw her a cape. She deserves one today.
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