Workday Cheer

This resonates with me, 'cause reasons.

When I was a very little kid, my mom would tell me I was her favorite son … I had three older sisters … I was the only son.

Eventually I figured out what she was saying … no longer interpreting it as meaning I was her favorite child.

But being the wicked child I was, when we were in the grocery store, if some old lady was nearby …

I'd ask my mom if I was her favorite son … she'd look at me perplexed, but say, "yes, you are my favorite son."

Which almost had the old lady nearby stroking out.

My mom finally asked why I was posing that question, I explained about the old ladies who were in earshot …

And how they reacted to her response.

My mom shook her head … probably wondering what kind of demon she was raising.

Sasha says she IS my favorite dog, not just my favorite Husky, not just my favorite Husky on her block … but worldwide.

And I should totally stop talking to and petting other dogs, Husky or otherwise.