My mother and I went out for ice cream yesterday.
“This is going to undo everything I’ve done. Ugh. This is so not the time for me to… Hello? Are you listening?”
“What? Yes. Of course I’m listening.”
“No you’re not. Ha! You’re looking at that guy over there.”
“What? I am not.”
“Yes, yes you are. I just caught my mother checking out a man.”
“Whatever. You did not.”
“Mom, he’s a little young for you, don’t you think?”
“There is no age limit on looking.”
“Oh, so you’re looking at younger men now? Oh, wow. My mother is a cougar.”
“What?! What is a cougar?”
“A cougar is you. You are looking at men in my age group.”
“Well, first, I am not. Second, I could if I wanted to.”
“Oh my god. My mother is a cougar. And confident about it. I’m going to need more ice cream. My mother is a cougar and I’m eating ice cream to relieve the stress. This is what my life has come to.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
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