Column Classic – Mommy’s Day Out
The last time my mom came to visit, I lost her.
It was like that movie Baby’s Day Out, except with my parent. I turned my back for one second, and the little rascal got away from me.
I imagined her crawling along an I-beam at some high-rise construction site.
But she’s afraid of heights, so more likely she’d be in Times Square, telling The Naked Cowboy he isn’t dressed warmly enough.