Mothers…
So after the service, my mother and I were standing around talking with Miss Faith and Brittany, and Alana (Miss Faith’s tiny little daughter) was there with us, and she started making noises and pointing at me, at which point Brittany commented that Alana must like me because she was doing the same thing during sound check this morning, and my mother questioned if Alana was “flirting with her son”. Then my mom and I were going out to the parking lot, and the conversation went something like this:
Mom: I saw you flirting with that hot chick.
Me: [Still thinking she's talking about Alana] She’s a little young for me, don’tcha think?
Mom: No, not Alana, the OTHER hot chick.
Me: [Puzzled] Huh?
Mom: After the service, that girl you were talking to.
Me: [Officially bewildered and running back every female I could remember talking to after the service in my head] Mom, what are you talking about?
Mom: The hot chick!
Me: [Completely and totally lost as to who on earth my mother is making reference to] Who?!
Mom: The one with Renee!
Me: [Gets it now] Oh, her? That’s someone we went to high school with. I’d hardly call it flirting, I said hello, good to see you.
Mom: Uh-huh…
Me: [Officially flustered because my mom's insinuating that I'd been flirting when I wasn't and doing so in front of people with ears] Mom! I wasn’t flirting! I hadn’t seen her since like freshman year!
Mom: Oh, I’m just kidding.
Mothers… You got to love them. :-p