This choice: She’s planned a busy day of activities. • Go Back... Trish cheerfully carries you over to a chair and rests you on her lap. “Let’s see,” she muses, “There are so many fun things we can do today. What can we do today?”
Although your mom was really asking that question aloud to herself, you knew you would have to pipe up with an answer that is fun, engaging, and most importantly, as sedentary as possible. You knew that if she picks up her usual carefree pep, you would be put through the ringer. You search your mind for a safe activity that you both might enjoy, and not make your mother feel like you were pushing her away. You decide to suggest that the two of you spend the day playing video games. Like most moms, Trish often struggles with picking up the intricacies of a game, and you find yourself frustrated as you exert your energy guiding her through the simplest tasks. Gaming sessions with your mom find you making little progress in your own mastery. Even so, she generally finds gaming with you fun, and you would much rather have to yell at her for poor gameplay than for her to peel you off of the wall, the floor, or her body. You quickly speak up, to present your proposition to your mother.
“Uh, mom,” you begin, “I have an idea for what we can do today. I have a game I’ve been working on, and I was thinking maybe you and I could...MMMPH!”
Your suggestion is cut short as Trish’s powerful arm wraps around your face and pulls you up against her in an excited embrace. As you struggle in vain to free your now-squished body from her suffocating cuddle, she chimes in with her sing-song tone that reveals the horrifying truth that she hadn’t heard a word you just said.
“Oh, Jackie, I have such a fun day planned for us! There’s so many things we’ll do together. I can’t wait to get started! And the best part is, it will just be the two of us. We will be inseparable all day!”
That was exactly what you were afraid of. Unfortunately, your protests only came out as incoherent howling as your mom’s large bicep muffles your objections. She goes on to rattle off a series of activities that she’s thought of, none of which involve gaming or any other idle pleasures. You cringe at the mention of each one, knowing that her ditziness will result in every one of them posing a threat to you.
“Now let’s see,” she softly ponders, “What should we start with?” Suddenly she squeals in excitement, dropping your compressed form to the floor. “I know! We’ll start with....”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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