Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Horrible things I've said to my mother.

In 1997, while I was home from school one weekend, I told my mother that the University theater troupe was staging "Hair" and that I wanted to see it.

"Oh right," my mom said. "I know you're only going for the nudity."

And, for a moment, I think I forgot who I was talking to because this was my reply:

"Oh Mom, I've dated members of the cast, and I know what they have to offer. Trust me, that's not why I'm going."

Her face went paler than usual.

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