[End of a long day, mom goes into the bathroom and locks the door. Alone. Finally.]
"MA-AHM!"
[Ignore this and it will disappear. She tells herself.]
"MAAAAHH-AHM!"
"MOM! MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU?"
[pause]
"MOM!"
"MAAAAAAAAA-AHHHM!" "MOM, MOM, WHERE ARE YOU?"
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHM!"
"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!"
"MOM! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
"MOM?"
"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHM!"
[She finally breaks, awkwardly leans forward, opens the door a crack]
"OWEN! GOOD GRIEF, what is it?? I'm in the bathroom?" [reshuts and locks the door]
"Oh, there you are." [attempts to open door] "I just picked NINE tomatoes. Can you believe that?"
"Let's talk about this when I'm done."
"MOM! I PICKED NINE TOMATOES!"
"Owen. When. I'm. Done."
"Oh."
[Mom opens door shortly. Boy is waiting within 1 foot.]
"MOM! I picked nine whole tomatoes!"
"So I heard."
Someday I will miss this? So I've heard. :)
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