Just for the record, we are a definite beater-licking family, as was the family in which I grew up. Sometimes we were bowl-lickers, too, getting out the rubber spatula to scrape the sweet sticky batter off the bowl, a prelude to the cake rising in the hot oven.
On the strength of that memory, but not limited to that remembrance alone, I can say I was lucky to have a Good Mom. Wangling seven children along the path of life can't have been easy, but she, with along with my father, got us all through kindergarten, then grade school, then Primary, Mutual, married (and sometimes re-married), and we all know how to write decent thank-you notes, although probably not all of us do. Yet, she still loves us all.
Thanks, Mom, for everything!