Me – “Bye Mom, I’m off to The Mister’s * house!”
Mom – “Um, do you expect this to be a late night? Not a late night? I just need to know when I should report you missing. You know, to preserve my motherly street cred.” (Yes, she actually said “street cred.” I taught her that, you know.)
Me – “Let’s be honest: it’s probably going to be a late night. Or maybe an early morning night. Who are we kidding here?”
Mom – “Like I said, I just need to know when to worry. I trust you to make smart decisions. As long as you don’t go all Bristol Palin on me, we’re good.”
Um, my mom is awesome and you all WISH you had a Mama Davis, but you don’t. Thanks.
* Hey Internet – I know we’ve never discussed the presence of a Mister here on this blog. Well, not really anyway. But it turns out The Mister is starting to be a time consuming part of my very Hilary life, so I figured it was time to introduce the idea. More official updates to follow. Don’t worry though – I still love you the most.