My Gtalk status yesterday morning was whining about how the Indian Embassy won't pick up the phone. So of course, the mother had to ask.
Mother: Why do you need the embassy?
12:37 PM The princess is asking
me: for my passport to become machine readable
can't apply for schengen visa otherwise
Mother: The princess says OK, Didi
12:38 PM She sighs too at my constant absurdities
me: :D
12:39 PM Mother: Somehow these sighs of hers makes me feel rather immature at times, don't know about you though
12:41 PM me: why would I feel immature?
I'm not the one being sighed atMother: That's a very good point, girl!Mother: Why do you need the embassy?
One hour later:
Mother: Was just thinking it's a REAL good point! You think I'm mad too! 1:19 PM me: huh? Mother: Mad along with being immature? me: what are you talking about? 1:20 PM Mother: nah, just thinking me: you're definitely sounding like you've gone mad
I love the mother, I do. Who else would be such a constant source for entertainment?
Happy Teacher's day, Mommy!
