Shortly after graduating from college and getting my own home, I couldn’t wait to show my mom around.
We toured the rooms and talked about paint selections, furniture and floor coverings. The tour ended in the kitchen where I proudly walked over to the dishwasher.
“Look at this,” I said, doing my best Vanna White impression as my hands trailed along in front of the dishwasher.
“A dishwasher?” mom asked. “Hmm. Don’t want one,” she retorted.