Ah, Sundays with Mom. They really are cool.
One day as we crossed the city limits of a small town, she began going, "Oooooo. Oooooo." Looking at her questioningly, I realised we had just entered Howell. "We are supposed to howl, right?" she remarked.
Passing a large building, she asked if it was a warehouse. "It's a steel plant," I answered.
"Oh." Pause. "What did it steal?"
"Where are we going today?" she once queried.
"Wal-Mart."
Mom squirreled up her face as though confused. "We need to buy a wall?"
These are what memories are made of, right?
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