Unfiltered Story #48052

Atlanta, GA | Unfiltered | April 4, 2017

(I run out of tissues in my bathroom, so I go downstairs to get another box out of the closet. My mom is lying on the couch in the next room.)

Mom: What are you doing?

Me: Just grabbing a tissue box.

Mom: (mutters) You’re mommy’s little tissue box.

Me: …What?

Mom: (starts laughing) Oh, nothing…

Me: I heard that.

Mom: You heard nothing!

(I am still confused.)

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