Lets face it, I love your mom. Who doesn't? She's a super classy lady. I recall when we were young and we were still learning to ride a bike. She faithfully stood on the porch and waved us on. And then when we inevitably fell over and scraped our knees, she was there with peroxide and a mommy kiss to make it all better. She never used the boring Band-aids, she always had Batman ones on hand so we looked cool at school the next day.
One of my fondest memories was when your mom packed a note into our lunches that said "I love you, be special today". We were special that day. That was the day of the auditions for the big school play. It was with her love that we had the confidence to win the coveted role of Ozone in the stage version of Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo. It was her who gave us old cardboard boxes to practice our moves on and her as well who gave us flowers at the curtain call.
Who was it that tearfully dropped us off at college? Your mom. And she made sure we had plenty of clean underwear and socks. It was your mom that we called the night we lost our virginity. She was so happy for us. Your mom taught us how to properly use a condom (that is, not at all. Hiyo!). She taught us about the birds and bees. God, I love your mom.
That's why you should call her to tell her how much you appreciate everything she did. Don't forget to say hi from me.
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