Mothers
Mom: Tomato!
Me: yes mother
Mom: don't call me mother
Me: yes mother dear
Mom: *sigh* go clean your room
Me; *goes behind wall, flips off mom*
Me: *comes back from behind wall* what was that mom?
Mom: go. Clean. Your. Room.
Me: *falls on ground and starts spazzing out*
Mom: Tomato. Get your ass up and clean-"
Me: *shoves headphones on, starts screaming Lion*
Mom: TOMATOOOOOO
Me: *gets scared and runs to my room*
Mom: *chases me to my room*
Me: okay okay I will
Mom: *turns back*
Me: *shoves all clothes in laundry basket*
Mom: *turns towards me*
Me: sup
Mom: clean up the floor
Mom: *turns back again*
Me: *stuffs everything into a box*
Mom: k. Good job.
Well kids, never disobey your mother. Now I can never find those things I stuffed in a box again because I had to put the box somewhere and I forgot where it is now...
~obey your mothers children, Tomato
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