"What were you doing at the
piano just then?" my mom asked with perplexed questioning in her voice as if to attempt to understand me.
"Singing a song about being videod." I responded, using a language she was unfamiliar with. This made me happy.
"Are you going to put it up on
YouTube for all the
world to see?"
I cringed at the judgmental tone of her voice.
"Yeah, probably. Are you judging me?" I asked humbly.
"Oh no," she assured me, "I'
m just trying to understand you."
Relieved, I said, "You should watch what I just videod then!"