My mom, on the phone, after learning that I have the flu…
Mom: “Do you have any food in your apartment?”
Me: “A little. I have some soup.”
Mom: “Ok. Well, are there places there that will deliver?”
My mom, on the phone, after learning that I have the flu…
Mom: “Do you have any food in your apartment?”
Me: “A little. I have some soup.”
Mom: “Ok. Well, are there places there that will deliver?”
(Part of the Emails From My Brothers series)
Jeremy wrote us this email in 2013, while living at home with my parents. My mother said something in a social setting that made Jeremy uncomfortable (I’m not posting what she said– not because it’s that bad, but because it involves other people and isn’t the funny part of the email anyway).
We will teach your children how to multiply and divide if you teach them how to pee in the toilet. Deal? IN the toilet.
Thanks,
Teachers Everywhere
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
Tutoring Ebola Mom’s kid…
Kid: “We went to Vermont over break.”
Me: “Oh, how lovely!”
Kid: “Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t bring you back anything.”
Me: “Don’t be silly, you don’t need to get me anything!”
Kid: “Yeah that’s what my mom said.”
Me: “Oh did she?”
Kid: “Yeah. Because, like…you’re not my REAL teacher.”
Me: “Ah. Ok…”
Kid: “And she pays you enough as it is.”
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)