see what i have to deal with?

setting:
home after runing a few errands, then returning to pick my son up from our restaurant

characters:
mu (that would be me, devoted mother of 4, unselfishly giving of my blood, sweat and tears to ensure the proper developement of the children i love and adore so very, very much [did i mention devoted? just checking.]

bilal (8 yo bratty son who claims he loves me)

act 1, scene 1:

curtain opens with mu, devoted mother of 4, dressed in full halo and harp regalia giving the son who she struggled hours in excruciating pain to bring fourth into this world [8lb, 1oz he was] a chance to show a simple gesture of love to his dear old mother.

mu: bi-la-li boo, i missed you, baby. did you miss me?

bilal: [a bit non-chalantly]um, yes i thought about you a few times.

[then, hearing his mothers "no you didn't" chuckle at his response adds:]
you should be happy because i never think about you any other time.

the end.


mu says: hurry up and turn 18 so i can throw you out...