Mum and I are surfing the www. Me on laptop, mum on desktop.
I’m trying to proof a particularly boring piece of writing – and I put on some EDM.
Mum (rocking to the beat): That’s catchy. What is it?
Me: Um. It’s called house. House music.
Rocks. Rocks. Then smiles and says “Hey, look at me.”
She makes swishing moves with her hands.
Me (befuddled): “Are you pretending to sweep the floor??”
Mum: “Haha. No. I’m COOKING!”
Me (brow wrinkled): “WHY?”
Mum: “Coz it’s “house” music no? Mwahahahaha.”