Oh Mama Mia…

Today Mom looks at me and asks, “Are you Raymon?”
I take a long pause, looking her straight in the face, hoping she will decide I don’t look that much like a balding, 79-year-old man. She keeps looking at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. 
“No,” I reply.
“No?”Mom calmly answers,  “I’m not either.”

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