Last night Nashville got some unexpected snow. This unexpected snow was the reason that I got this call on my way home from work…
Mom: Where are you? Are you driving? Are you ok?
Me: Yes. I’m driving. And I’m ok. But talking on the phone while driving may change that status…
Mom: Well, when I saw the snow I told your dad I was going to have to call all my babies to make sure they were ok. Where are you?
Me: (Name of road closer to my parent’s house than to mine.)
Mom: Come here then! Don’t drive all the way home. Just come here and spend the night. Tell Mark to come here, too.
My mom pretty much solves all of life’s problems with family slumber parties at her house. And she does this because she’s what I lovingly call a Momma Bear. There is no question in any of our head’s that our mother would destroy anything that hurt any of her babies. No question AT ALL.
I mean, you can even see it in the last post where Mark karate chopped me in my sleep (w/ pictures).
you are such a good artist …you can draw really good and also a good actress….but are you really ok.
Very first comment. Momma Bear needed to know that Baby Bear wasn’t hurt by Mean Ugly Karate Chopping Husband Bear. And if Mean Ugly Husband Bear DID hurt Baby Bear? Oh. It would be ON.
That’s just how my mom rolls. Don’t hurt Baby Bear. No exceptions.
Well, I thought there was no exception. I’m slowly realizing that I thought wrong. Apparently, no one can hurt Baby Bear except for the mythical creature known as Grandbaby Bear.
Grandbaby Bear can do whatever the heck it wants to Baby Bear. Grandbaby bear can make Baby Bear vomit and cause back pain. Grandbaby Bear can live INSIDE of Baby Bear and start out the size of a molecule, grow to the size of a watermelon and then push it’s way OUTSIDE of Baby Bear through a hole the size of a peanut*.
Not only is Grandbaby Bear allowed to hurt Baby Bear in all these horrible ways but Momma Bear is begging, pleading and PRAYING for this inhumane torture to befall poor, poor Baby Bear.
And I Baby Bear would just like to say, “Not cool, Momma Bear. Not cool at all.”
*I’m really not sure if the specs of Down There match the size of a peanut. I just wanted to make a point and that point is “God should have made certain holes bigger”.
A drawing. I promise I work.