yesterday, my 11-year-old announced he was going to change his name to morgan freeman. i would be ok with that, except that it would make me feel old to be morgan freeman’s mom. but today on my lunch break, i grabbed an iced coffee and drove somewhere nearby work, parked in the sun and did absolutely nothing. unless you count sitting there and listening to the ground softening beneath the sun “something.”
i’m morgan freeman’s mom. i can do nothing if i want to.