I feel like my mum sees me as a character on a sitcom
the one that disappears for a while with a friend and then comes back at random times with a crazy new story
like the time Alvin and I bought lightsabers and fought in the park
or the time we announced we were getting our gun licenses
and now today I walk in and tell her we made nunchucks and we’re going to keep practicing with them
she must be like “here we go again”, freeze frame and then some theme music plays
I’d watch a sitcom about me