I May not Be Every Mother's Dream for Her Little Girl


I went home this weekend for the Little St Andrews Golf Tournament.

I arrived home late Friday night. Mom was dozing on the couch and Dad was at the Stagg Party. I had brought a lot of stuff so it took me several trips to get everything inside.

"Don't worry," I said to Mom as I walked out the door. "I'll get everything myself."

I came back in with one load. "No really. Don't get up. I've only been driving a few hours. But I'll get everything."

And back I came with another load "I mean, I worked for ten hours today and all, but thanks for your help."

Of course, none of this got my mom up off the couch. Instead, she stood her ground and said "Stop. You sound like your father."

Whatever could she mean?

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