A Time I Lost My Mother

One day,  as I was sitting and accomplishing really productive things on the internet, my mother asked if I wanted to go to the store. I felt rather indifferent until she said, “I’m in a buying mood, so if you want something, you better come along.”

This, of course,  is a whole other story

So, here I was, buying groceries at my local grocer, (which I happen to work at and  apparently never leave) with my mom.

Whilst perusing the aisles, I came across the cutest little frying skillet. Because I’m going to college soon, and am trying to be practical in everything I do (and I’m real easily entertained…) I had to get my mom’s attention, to show her how cool it was.

 

“Mom, mom! Look how cute this frying pa-

You are not my mom!”

It was not my mom.

This lady looks at me.

 

All the while my mom

 is watching like,

And then of course I start blabbering to this lady trying to explain myself, when really I was just digging myself farther and farther into a hole.

Point? I’m a giant five year old.