This community is amazing. I adore hearing stories about mothers, and sharing the ones I have. I have a whole plethora of tales involving Mommy Dearest, some more amusing than others (of course), and some that will require breif MS paint illustrations and animations to get the point of hillarity across.
Regardless, my mother is a wonderful person... albeit, absolutly insane.
The tale I'll enchant you with happened when I was around nine or ten years old.
Every Saturday night from the time I was nine to the time I was fourteen, my parents, myself and my friend, Adam, would go to my dad's friend's house for a big movie night. The parents would be downstairs watching movies, and myself and Adam would play with my dad's friend's children, Lee and Kyle. We'd come around 6pm, eat pizza, leave at about 11pm or midnight.
We were driving home, and a Pink Floyd song came on the radio. My ma is a massive Floyd fan, so while Adam and I are in the back seat, carrying on and laughing like the kids we were, my mom jerks around in the front and shouts "BE QUIET LISTEN TO THIS SONG."
Wouldn't you know it, the very next lyrics... "Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls".
She is yet to live this down. My dad still tells this tale at parties.