I was just sitting there, minding my own business while contemplating current affairs...
when along came Mom with her camera. Again.
She asked me to smile.I gave a very small grin.
She told me how pretty I am (which is so obvious) and I smiled a little more.
Then she told me a joke which I found so funny
that I fell over from laughing so hard.
She should have stopped there because she started singing a Robert D (known to the general populous as Bob Dylan) song and I started getting concerned about where things were headed. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to lift up my dress to distract her. Looking back I see now that didn't help the situation because she kept on singing.Hold it right there, Mom. You're not as good at singing as you think you are.
In fact, you're pretty boring.
I think I'll go back to dreaming of Mr. Lion and eating my hand.