I’m visiting Mom, and staying at her house. I used her washer and dryer to wash my clothes this morning, informing her after the fact.

She looked at me. “You washed your clothes?”

“Yes, Mom.” I mean, wasn’t that what I just said?

Then Mom, born in 1935, just out of the hospital, asks me, her almost 68-year-old son, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have done it for you.”

I guess as her child and only son of five children, she will always want to take care of me.