I was picking on my mom one summer afternoon and my dad told me I should shut my mouth. I wasn't being mean to her, I could never be mean to my mom. I just laughed, after all what was my mellow mom gonna do? I could palm her like a basketball. Well I wasn't getting much of a rise out of her so I turned to walk away and she rat tailed me in the back of the knee with a damp dish cloth. Wow that floor came up fast. Before I had a chance to get moving the other knee got it. Soooooooo here I am dragging myself down the hallway by my hands almost pulling the carpet up as the blows kept coming, and all I could hear was the booming laughter from my dad. She finally quit after a half a dozen perfectly placed welps and just smiled at me. I managed my feet and was greeted with a hug. It was funny as hell but I did learn a good lesson that day. My mom actually did have it in her put me in my place with the speed of a cobra. For some reason she was the type that could pull off that maneuver off with no malice.
I really really miss my mom.
