“Don’t you think what you did was awful?” I asked my eighty year old mom.
She chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. ‘Meh. In her mind it was a blase childhood moment like taking your kid to the park every Tuesday.
I look at her. She pauses. And then she contemplates for a split second and figures she might as well throw in, “Well, your brother talks about it too. Like it was something.”
“It was mom. It was horrifying. The most embarrassing moment of my life!”