My mom did something so very un-mom of her!
She saw my cup with the black coffee remains in it and asked if it’s mine. My mom has her ways/theories about what’s good for me and what’s not.
I drink a thick turkish, black coffee once every day or two. So, when she saw the remains she brought the cup next to my face and asked me to smell it, and i did then in a split second she put her hand in the cup and stained my face with coffee! On purpose! and she laughed happily…! Not funny, mom.
That was weird and so un-mom of her, just saying…