Best.Mother.Ever!

Yesterday I found a torn out piece of memo-sized notebook paper on the floor in the hallway. Where of course, it had been stepped over or on ten million times by certain other household members. But I digress. Before crumpling it up and throwing it at the dog (what?) I turned it over and read;
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
I love Rocky
Which can mean only one thing. SOMEONE LOVES A BOY NAMED ROCKY. And because I am the worlds best mother ever, I asked the likely suspect;
“Who’s Rocky?”
To which she replied
“Just a boy”
So I’m like “Really, a cute boy?””Uh, I guess”
“A boy that you want to kiss”
“NO!”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“NO!”
“Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”
“NO!”
“Really?””Why do you even KNOW about Rocky? What are you; like spying on me?”
“Oh, I know, because I know.”
“Whatever.”
“You know what else I know?”
Then I whip out the paper and start singing
“M loves Rocky, M loves Rocky, M LLLLOOOOVVVVEEESSSSS ROOOOOCCCCKKKYYYYYYY”
Then, for some reason, she slammed her bedroom door and yelled out
“I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL I AM 18!”
So they can get married, I bet.