And the laughs keep going...

I haven't talked to my mom in a while as she's been in the Philippines since mid-February. She got back last Friday and due to food poisoning and jet lag, she wasn't very sociable. Today, she feels a lot better and called to chit chat. The conversation was short, and we talked about her trip and how the family back in the Philippines is doing. We said good bye and hung up.

A few minutes pass and she calls me back. I figured it was because she forgot to tell me something. The following conversation was nothing at all I could ever imagine...

The Polka Dots Situation

Mom: I need to ask you something, but don't tell RJ.

me: Okay, what?

Mom: Something happened this morning.

me: Okay...

Mom: I thought he was wearing a robe because I saw this thing with polka dots. But it's not a robe, it's a shirt. I asked him why is he wearing polka dots? He said, "To freak you out."

me: [at this point, I'm laughing so hard, I'm crying. All this while I'm still in the office.]

Mom: Is that funny?

me: Yeah, that's freakin' hilarious!

Mom: So, it's nothing to worry about...?

me: No. He's not the first son you've had to wear polka dots. I'm pretty sure Bud and Jon have worn polka dots too.

Mom: Do you know the shirt I'm talking about?

me: No...maybe. I think it's his Comme des Garcons shirt.

Mom: He was wearing it with a pink tie.

me: And?

Mom: I like a pink tie, but with a polka dot shirt?

me: It's fine.

[Now, the thing about my mom is when she tells a story, she has to repeat it a few times to fully digest the details. During the third time she re-told the story, she said that she wasn't wearing her glasses and that RJ wasn't actually wearing the shirt, it was on his bedroom floor.]

Mom: When he answered "To freak you out," I didn't know how to respond. It did freak me out.

me: [still giggling and tearing up] Seriously, Mom, that's pretty brilliant of him. That was the best response he could've had.

Mom: So I didn't say anything. But I made a mental note to ask you about it.

me: I don't know why you worry about him. Everyone has their limits. Polka dots is not one of them. Do you remember his friend, Rob?

Mom: The Filipino guy?

me: Yeah, that's the one. He was just ripping on him for buying Marc Jacobs rain boots that has a pink liner and pink soles. For RJ, that's his limit. He's been calling him Roberta because he can't believe Rob is wearing shoes with pink soles.

Mom: Okay, I won't worry about it. Don't tell RJ, okay?

me: I won't.

Mom: I don't want him to become sensitive to this.

[The End]

Okay, so here's the thing. My mom freaks out over EVERYTHING. And seriously? How can I NOT tell RJ about this?