“Doesn’t…it get sore?”
“If I don’t use lotion it does.” . “Anything.” I stated flatly. To hear the sweet bell tones of her voice. I’ll just devote myself to you and treat you the way you deserve
to be treated, mom.”
“It sounds nice, darling,” She finally responded, “Let me think about it and
I’ll get back with you….”
“Alright, mom,” I grinned, confident it was already a done deal, “Just let me
know. “God, mom, you look incredible!” I exclaimed. Mom felt guilty. “Wow. This summer I decided to give her a treat. Just drive down and you can relax all weekend.”
“Mmmm…” I heard her murmur, “That does sound nice, Pookie Bear, but what are
you going to call me if you don’t call me ‘mom?'”
I laughed, “Well, I could call you ‘Snookums’ or ‘Babydoll’ but I was leaning
more towards Julie.”
“You’re such a brat!” She giggled, “But you sure know how to flatter a lady.”
“I tell you what, mom,” I smiled, “You come here and I’ll treat you like
a princess.
