Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Mom.

Once upon a time,
my roommate Mary had a friend named Jordan.

When he was in a bind
or needed help,
he would say,
"Mom?"
Kind of whiny and scared,
like a little kid would.


And then I started to do it.

And then it spread.
I would call my roommates mom
when they did something momish.

"Rachel, do you want some of this soup I made?"
"Sure! Thanks, Mom!"


And then it spread.
And now my roommates and I call each other mom
all the time.

"Hi, Mom! How was school today?"

And then it spread.
And sometimes I call my guy friends dad.


If it happens to you,
this is why.

Don't worry.

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