Confused, your mom turns herself around and around, looking at the much larger surroundings and trying to comprehend her sudden and drastic transformation.
You decide to allow her to do this for a few seconds, since the expression on her face is priceless. After years of arguing and annoying each other, this is like a dream come true...to think, you have your once imposing mom completely at your mercy.
You look down at her, your lip curled in disdain. It has always bothered you how she was one of those 30ish women who just can't accept that she's growing older. Even now, you can't help but notice her curvy assets on display in the sheer, lacy nightgown that she loves to wear when one of her ass hole boyfriends spends the night. Oh yes, you think, you almost forgot about him...
Your thoughts are interrupted, though, when once again, she starts screaming up at you. Frowning, you growl at her, "Didn't I tell you to clean that mess off of the carpet" You pause and then add, "Don't make me tell you again". To press your point home, you lift your titanic foot over top of her, until she scurries away to start cleaning up the mess you made.
It is fascinating to watch her miniature actions as she struggles to lift the shards of grass and clumps of mud and carry them outside. After about 20 minutes, she finishes and slumps to the ground exhausted.
"What!?", you bellow. "Wasting time when the job isn't done!!?".
She looks at the cleaned carpet and then up to you in confusion.
"Don't give me that look little girl, you aren't allowed to rest until...you clean my feet off", you say with a laugh.
Defeated, your puny, mud and grass stained mother approaches your feet.
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