Super Mom

My mom put on her cape again. The last time it happened I was fourteen and I came home from school to find that my familiar blue bedroom had been transformed into a pink nightmare. My mom wanted me to be her little girl. I wanted to move into the shed in our back yard.

And now I am living in a shed. In the back yard of Provo. And my mom's trying to give me advice about being a grown-up. But it sounds a lot like the advice I would give about being married. Or worst, being a grandma. I have no experience and the best thing I can think of is buying a can of pink paint to cover up the mess.