I decided to go home for Easter since I hadn't been able to the entire time I was in college. So, the weekend before I'm chatting with my mom, and rather jokingly (but still hopeful) I ask, "So, Mom, since I'm coming home does that mean I get an Easter basket?"
Yes, I am 22 and on my own. I don't even care. Apparently, neither does my mom, because her response was, "Yep. I already have the stuff."
Best. Mom. Ever.
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