What I love about my mother
December 19, 2006 at 8:32 am | In family, life | Leave a CommentIs that she’s always willing to assume I’m thinking the worst of myself.
Case in point, this conversation, which occurred last night, when I called her to discuss my perpetual failure with boys and dating:
Me: And, Mom, I’m sick.
Mom: Well, you’re not sick.
Me: No, I am. I have a cold.
Mom: [Laughs.] Oh.
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