We picked up my mom from the airport last night, and the kids had their 10 minutes of “we’re shy, we’re not going to talk because there’s a new person here”, but by the time we reached baggage claim, they were chatting and showing off and trying to make her laugh. At dinner I left the table for about 10 seconds to grab some butter, and by the time I returned, my mom had pounced on the window of opportunity and had already told the kids some embarrassing story about when I was little. Mothers have a special part of their brains that retains all mortifying and ridiculous things their children do, just ripening and waiting to be released once said children are adults, trying to appear serious and responsible, then you hear: “Remember that time you made grilled cheese by putting cheese and bread into the toaster?” (For the record, it was my little brother who can claim that particular feat, and yes, we still ask him to make us grilled cheese sandwiches every opportunity that we can).
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