my mom, my spit ball and me

When I was about 10 years old, my mother told me some news she expected me to be upset about. At the same time, my mind was on something else and I wasn’t particularly upset about the thing she told me. In any case, she kept asking me if I was upset.

I shook my head no.

She was convinced I was lying and asked again.

I shook my head again.

She walked off muttering something.

 

In the meantime, I was gathering spit in my mouth to build a big spit-bubble. I can’t even remember what she said but I do remember that spit bubble.

 

What I learned: Don’t make assumptions…it might just be a simple spit bubble.

 

 

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