Oy with the walkers already

goin' down, mister.

“Mom always took pictures at the wrong time to embarrass me. And she put them in those damn photo albums she had, too.  Always showin’ them off to her friends, thinking they were cute.”

He laughs.  “I mean… yeah, I kinda miss her haircuts, Shane told me I would. Whatever, at least it looks cool? And am I suppose’ to know who that is? Who is that? Am I failing this quiz? Shit you probably have more points than me in Dad’s book. Dammit.”

“They were cute. They’re memories, kiddo. These days I wish I had my photo albums of my kids..you don’t know it as a child, but your mom wasn’t taking pictures of you for embarrassment -- it was for her to remember those moments she didn’t wanna forget about when you grew up. Those silly things kids do because they don’t know better yet. It’s a mom thing.”

“Uh, hello? Language, mister! What up with the potty mouth?

“Okay, how old was I? I didn’t know any better, which by the way, you and my Dad are never gonna let me live that one down.  Hope you guys can’t look at worms the same again. Secondly, I hadn’t eaten in days, so the pudding was a necessity, thanks. I hope a panda eats your hair.”

“You were 4 and a half and your Mama had a picture of it somewhere with the dirt on your lips and cheeks and everything. And I only see worms as wriggly noodles on Tuesday now.