In the line-up at Zara with my mom on the 27th birthday, I, foolishly, whisper to her that my stomach isn't feeling so hot, maybe it was lunch? She nods in acknowledgement, gives me the "Aww, I sympathize with you" look and we continue to wait in line. I should have known I wouldn't get off that easy though, as the woman whispers louder than I talk. A few minutes pass, and she lets the voice immodulation rip,
"Honey, is your tummy okay? You think you can wait in the line-up, or do you need to get to the bathroom?" drawing stares from the women both in front of us and behind.
I wondered, then, if it was in fact my 5th birthday, and not my 27th.....
"Really mom? My tummy? I'm gonna make it...thank you."
This makes her laugh hysterically, as she realizes how much of a mom she sounded like, then she has to mock-repeat herself whilst laughing, drawing further attention.
"Bahah! How's the tumtum pumpkin? Ahaha!!" all in a pretend yell-whisper.
Happy birthday to me! At least my tummy held up through the line-up:)
I love this woman.
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