My mum lives in Cyprus; suffice to say I don’t get to see her that often. A week ago she came home for Christmas and since then I have been spending as much time as possible with her. We went to lunch today with some of my friends (a tradition we have for whenever she is in the country) and afterwards went to the supermarket. That’s how all good stories start, isn’t it “that time I went to the supermarket with my mom…” Well, that’s how MY story starts, so deal with it.
Anyway, so we’re at the supermarket with my friend (yes, I take my friends grocery shopping with me, I’m that cool) and we proceed to the check out line. We’re standing there, waiting for the slowest woman on earth to ring up our 15 items and for some reason we start talking about clothes. I complimented my friend on her top- because it was a really nice top- and then my mother took all credit for MY top as it used to be hers. I feel the need here to say that she GAVE that top to me. Following that, however, she accuses me of theft of another shirt. The following exchange occurred:
Me: “Mummy, I did not steal that top. It was an accident.’
My mum: “You looked me in the face and I asked did you just pack my top and you said yes.”
Me: “Exactly, ACCIDENTALLY”
-short pause-
My mum: “…YOUR FACE WAS AN ACCIDENT!”
I have never been so shocked. I have also never laughed so hard that I almost wet myself in a supermarket. And I have never been so proud to call my mother my mother. Suffice to say my previously mentioned friend now thinks I have the coolest mum on earth, and after a retort like that I can’t help but agree.
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