By Mojo’s Work
I got into an argument with my mom one day over whether it was dinner time or Smurf-watching time. I was under the impression TV was always live, so I couldn’t miss this episode. (Apparently, I had never seen a re-run. Of anything. Ever.) She said something to the effect of, “They’ll be on again, now eat your macaroni.”
TANGENT: We frequently ate buttered macaroni with bacon bits mixed in, and somehow no one in my family has had cardiac arrest or a waistline that exceeds pant length. MYSTERIES ABOUND.
I argued the Smurfs would move onto new adventures and Mom said they weren’t even real, to which I replied, “WELL! ALL MY CHILDREN IS FAKE, TOO, THEN!”
I really got her. Like, burrrrrrrn. And then… she answered, “I know.”