We were watching the news, and they were doing those emotional pieces. While filming his son’s championship little league game, a dad had caught his son’s first home run ball.. During the interview, the dad said about his son, “He’s my best friend.”
Tornado E: Mama, am I your best friend?
No, Wally is, obviously. But does he want to me to say yes. The boy on the TV is Tornado E’s age. But that’s weird to be an adult with a 12 year old best friend.
My mom: No, I’m your mom’s best friend.
WHAT?! Mayday! Mayday! We’ve been through this before. I need you to be my mom, not my friend, not my best friend, my mom.
Me: Tornado E, do you want me to be your best friend?
Tornado E: No. I already have one. A—– is my best friend.
Sigh. That was close. Now to sneak out of the room, silently, gracefully like a ninja to avoid my mother’s comment.