As a young teen my mother often stopped by my room at night to talk about the days events and issues. Each night I would lie in bed while we discussed important events in my adolescent life. Without fail she would turn and leave the room with an angelic motherly smile on her face. Not a sound to be heard. Ten seconds later it was as if a nuclear rainbow of rotten eggs had beem unleashed in my private sanctum. Made my eyes water on numerous ocassions. needless to say I don't miss that part of our good night ritual....

I guess I took them all for my dad. He owes me...

Submitted by Richard