Mom? You really don't have to send me back to school! I can go by myself! I've done it before! My bag's not that heavy this time!
Uh huh.
Mom, I don't wanna go back to school! School is very, very hard! I'm not ready! There's so much work! I'm so stressed!
Uh huh. You wanna trade and do all the things I do for a change?
Oh, Mom! You can't do what I do! You can't do organic chemistry and advance math! You can't do Spanish or Biology! You wanna do the b-math?!! Silly Mom!
Oh, Mom? When I grow up and start working? Please can you help me invest my money and make sure it grows? Please help me find a flat in London too? And Mom? Can you also help me choose the paint colors, wallpaper and furnish it? And Mom? Can you take care of my pug, because I will be too busy working? But make sure my pug listens to me, and not just to you... OK?
Uh huh.
Mom? What happens if I go to school in America? Where will you be? You will be so far away! Oh Mom, America is so far away!!! Mom? I think it's a good idea for you to come back with me to Cheltenham, you can spend the night at a hotel with Bruno relaxing, then return to London on Monday!
(Sunday, in Cheltenham, relaxing.) |
Mom, will you miss me? Mom, I love you.
Mom? By the bar? That's David Beckham.
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