Don't ask why I call her Mum it's an inside joke-
*/ahEM./* Mum: "We're getting chickens, and goats." Me: "Wait really!? Oh my god!!! CAN WE HAVE A RAM!?!?!?" Mum: "What- no- w h y-" Me, already planning: "BECAUSE THEN I CAN NAME HIM SCHLATT AND THEN WE CAN GET A LIL' BOY!! AND HE'LL BE TUBBO!!!!" Mum: "Shut the hell up with your dream smp sh|t we ARENT GETTING A RAM-" "Yes. We. A r e." "No." "Yes." "Shut up." "Never, sucker." Me: "Motherrrr,, *:(*" Mum: "What do you wantttt???" Me: "I-.. I want attention *sadness*" "Well that sucks." "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLE-" Me: *boing, boing, boing, then spinning, because no sitting still* Mum: "What the f__k are you doing." Me, automatically: "Meth-" Mum: "You better not be-" Me: "Oh don't worry. I'm not that low. It was crack." Mum: ". . . Where did I go wrong." Literally any time I want something off Amazon (this is an example)- Me: "*slides over to my mom* howwww much doya love me?? *: )*" Mum: "What do you want now." Me: "So like,,, there's this like, SUPER cool pog-" Mum: "Keep saying 'pog' and you ain't gettin' SH|T-" Me: "SHUT UP IM SPEAKIN- but like mummy *:<*" Mum: "WHAT" Me: "Canihavethisoneyoutuber'smerchpleaseitslike18dollarsoffamazonplease" Mum: "Who is it? Ranboo, Dream... who was the other one- the pretty British guy.. oh, WiLbUr?" Me: "Philza." Mum: "Who." Me: "Phil. Philza. Danza. Philza minecr-" Mum: "OK SHHH- fine, I'll get it later." I then proceeded to bug her for days after that about this until she needed to order herself stuff from Amazon. So I got it. (It came in the mail yesterday) My dad also injected himself into a conversation about the hoodie and then ended up looking Phil up on YouTube and watching two of his videos and I was so stressed- my dad's so strict and just- m e a n- [Insert finding out about Techno dying] (this is a long one-) Me: "...Mother?" Mum: "hold on a sec let me finish this up (work)" 9 hours later -_- Mum: "Alright- what's up k- why do you look like your about to cry." Me, who has been holding it together for like nine minutes: "... *insert showing her tweets and articles about the thing* because I aM!!-.. *insert quiet sobs*" Mum: "*:(* oh god kid...- come here- *hug*" Me: "H-HE WAS ONLY 23-" Mum: "Shhh, it's ok. Hey, at least you still have uh- D- dReam? And,,, Ranboo, and.......... Philza-" Me: "At- at least you t-tried- eheh-*sniffle* and the hot British man... don't leave Wilbur out." Mum: "Yes, and Wilbur *-_-*" Me: "*weird sounding giggle because I'm like gaspInG for breath at this point* p-pretty mans,," Mum: "Idiot." Then she went on to make fun of me crying over it- Our relationship *dies* Over text earlier this morning: Me: *I almost broke my nose Mum: *How'd you manage that Me: *I punched myself Mum: *why would you do that? Me: *Shut up I'm trying to go back to sleep [Insert asking me if I've slept at all and screwing with my head] Me: *Leave Mum: *Ok I put my phone down. A bit later, just as I kept falling asleep there was a loud bang that went through the entire house (at my grandma's) Me: *ok so like every time I'm about to fall asleep again I keep hearing this loud bang, and I'm pretty sure one of my friend's have turned invisible and are messing with my head. *Wyatt did say that if he could have a super power it'd be invisibility Mum: *You're just being paranoid. Go sleep with you're grandma. Me: *I'm not 5, I can go to sleep by myself man Then there was the huge temptation to say "unless-"
