'Tude

One thing is for sure about my childhood- I had a major attitude problem. Some might argue that I still do, but I would argue back and then it would get ugly.

My mom had the patience of a saint. I mean, I could just push and push and push and sometimes she barely winced at the aggravation I was certainly causing.

In church one Sunday I was doodling on the program per usual when I decided to write my mom a note. Anything to avoid the sermon.

"I don't feel good, I'm not going to school tomorrow."

My mom reads the note and responds, simply: "We'll see."

Undeterred, I reply: "YOU'LL SEE me not going to school tomorrow."

I don't know how she didn't crack up because if Helena passed me a note like that I'd be in tears. I guess she was used to my antics by that point.