My Mother
My favorite anecdote from this weekend, hands down:
Mom and I are chatting, and I think the fact that Liam is my little sister's age comes up.
Mom: So does that mean you're a coyote?
I stand there blankly for a minute, trying to process what she's asking. My mind goes to Coyote Ugly (god only knows why), but no, that doesn't make any sense. Is she talking about Chinese zodiac? No, I'm not a coyote, I was born in the year of the Dog.
Then it dawns on me.
(I'm sure it doesn't take a genius to figure out where this is going)
me: Mom, did you mean to ask me if I'm a cougar?
Cue everyone around us bursting into laughter.
Mom: Oh, yes, I always get that mixed up!
End scene.
Mom and I are chatting, and I think the fact that Liam is my little sister's age comes up.
Mom: So does that mean you're a coyote?
I stand there blankly for a minute, trying to process what she's asking. My mind goes to Coyote Ugly (god only knows why), but no, that doesn't make any sense. Is she talking about Chinese zodiac? No, I'm not a coyote, I was born in the year of the Dog.
Then it dawns on me.
(I'm sure it doesn't take a genius to figure out where this is going)
me: Mom, did you mean to ask me if I'm a cougar?
Cue everyone around us bursting into laughter.
Mom: Oh, yes, I always get that mixed up!
End scene.