you'll be suprised what you can do with some intelligence and taste

[erika]

My mom wanders into my bedroom (tapping quietly on my door first & only coming in when I say it's okay). I turn around. (Swivel chair!)

She looks at me.

Mom: If you feel like ... putting on shorts, or a skirt, or some form of pants, I guess, would be a place to start——

I contemplate stopping her right there, but am curious about her request, so instead raise my eyebrows.

Mom: Then maybe you could go out and pick up some ...

My eyebrows lower and I start to turn around.

Me: I don't think I can today, sorry.

Mom: Oh, okay. Love you!

She leaves.

And that is why she's usually my favorite.