The phone rings and Tracy tells me that Emily is on the phone. So what do I do? I pick up the phone and give an enthusiastic "what's up be-otch" as my greeting. The only problem was that it wasn't Emily. It was my mother.



She didn't say anything at first so I thought maybe she had missed my comment. When I said "Oh, I thought it was Emily. Good thing you didn't hear what I said before", she said "Oh, I heard", but in that I am you mother and I can be menacing tone. Oops. I guess I am no longer the perfect son, but really I am. Honestly.