I think a weird time warp of the parent type happened to me recently. A pipe burst at my 'rents place and all my childhood and teenage letters and correspondence (nicely put away in some boxes) were soaked. I had to go over there and pick out what could be saved.
Mom: You have so many letters from boys. (She starts reading them.) Who is Scott?
cinder: I don't know. I don't remember.
Mom: Well, he's writing to you about his bed.
cinder: (Snatches letter.) Go away now, please.
I love how she saw it was a love letter and then went ahead and read it anyway.
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Date: 2007-03-26 04:08 am (UTC)Mom: You have so many letters from boys. (She starts reading them.) Who is Scott?
cinder: I don't know. I don't remember.
Mom: Well, he's writing to you about his bed.
cinder: (Snatches letter.) Go away now, please.
I love how she saw it was a love letter and then went ahead and read it anyway.