Adopting A Sense Of Humor, Part 4

| Related | October 31, 2013

(I am 18. My mother, our neighbor, and I are walking home from a show. I look NOTHING like my mother, and am basically a carbon copy of my dad. We run into a woman our neighbor knows and start to talk to her. Half way through the conversation, she gives my mother and me an odd look.)

Woman: “How do you two know [Neighbor]?”

Mom: “We live in the same building.”

Woman: “Oh… wait, are you two… related?!”

Me: “Yes, she’s my mom.”

(The woman gives us another confused look.)

Mom: “She’s adopted.”

Me: “NO I’M NOT!”

Mom: “[My Name], it’s just easier this way…”


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