Well, mom and I are just geeking out a bit. We did a bit of shopping today, had some lunch, and in general catching up.
And, in typical Mom fashion–I can’t keep her from cleaning.
“These chess pieces were all over the place so I cleaned them up.”
“Mom, that was a game in progress.”
Ah well. These things can’t be helped.
Mothers will be mothers. Sons will roll their eyes as they have for generations before them.
And they’ll always be family.