A conversation between my mom and dad that I overheard in the early afternoon while I was still in bed sleeping late.
Ma: I’m gonna go check on her.
Ba: Why? She slept late last night and doesn’t need to wake up early, it’s no wonder she’s still in bed.
Ma: Yes, but when she sleeps this much you have to check on her once in a while and make sure she’s not dead!
She’s so blunt.
Mum’s home baked cake for my double digit birthday
So I ripped a fairly large hole in my pants in the awkward crotch area yesterday and only noticed by the time I got home. Yes, this is how I’m going to start this blog post. I could have spent the whole day with a hole in my pants but that’s not the point of this rambling.
Not wanting to throw them away and since my mom is good at sewing, I asked her to patch it up for me. So she asks me…
Ma: Do you want a matching patch for your jeans or a contrasting patch?
Moi: A contrasting patch?
Ma: Yeah, like little flowers or polka dots or a bright coloured fabric?
Moi: Why would I want a contrasting patch on my jeans, especially between my legs?
Ma: Wasn’t it a kinda trend? Contrasting fabrics on jeans.
Moi: Not in the crotch area, I don’t want people noticing what’s between my legs!
Ma: But it’ll look like you’re wearing pretty underwear…
Sometimes I don’t know if she’s joking or she’s serious.