No matter how old you get...

you'll always be someone's child.

Aw, Mom. Not again!
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Case in point: I was walking through the parking lot of our local grocery store last week when I saw a woman who was probably in her late eighties or early nineties and a gentleman who was about twenty or thirty years younger. The man had just gotten out of the driver's seat of a car and had walked around to the front passenger door, where the woman was getting out. As they started to walk toward the store, the woman put her hand on the man's arm to stop him, then spit on her finger and starting scrubbing at something on the man's face. "Mom!" he screamed and shrugged her away. He met my eyes then, and his face turned red. I gave him a small smile, but I admit that inside I was laughing my head off. The poor guy...

The lesson? No matter how old their children get, mothers will always reserve the right to scrub their faces with spit.

Wishing you a happy—and spit-free—Monday!