Today my mom met my favorite professor in the world. And I’m pretty sure a star exploded somewhere because I’m sure that that violated some sort of law of physics.
(I don’t know which one. Jewish Studies major, remember?)
ANYWAY. I’m also pretty sure that he is now her favorite person in the world. Because my mother enjoys two qualities that my mother enjoys above all else in other people. (Not kindness. That’s probably a- distant-third.) They are a.) an ability to consider her babies the most amazing people in the world and b.) Irishness.
So when that leprechaun drooled over me? She was, like, this close to jumping him.