A small talk I had with my mom after dinner.
"Momma, I have NINE followers on Wattpad!"
"Oh cool! Is (friend's name) following you?"
"Uh, no. I don't think she even has Wattpad."
"Well why don't you tell her about it."
"Nooooo, I do not plan on telling anyone in my real life about it!"
"Why?"
"Because, I don't want anyone from my real life to read my books."
"'books'?"
"Yeah, like my stories."
"Yeah, but "books?" Plural? What other books did you write besides the cat noir one?"
"Uhh, just one with little stories and such..."(This one.)
"I wanna read it!"
"Uh, no. Definitely not."
*Starts to walk out of kitchen bc I'm done in there*
"Why not!? I like your writing, and I'm your mom. I need to make sure there's nothing inappropriate in there too."
*Walking away*
"There's not!"
*A few seconds later while walking up the stairs to my room*
"NOPE. No way. That book is full of secrets, especially one you are not finding out yet! Nope, nopety, nope, nope, nope."
