Weight

So a few days ago I tell my mother I want to gain weight. First she said I’m fine the way I am and that I’ll regret it when I’m older. I didn’t think it was that big a deal.

This morning she tells me I’m eating like an animal, and now she hands me a weight watchers ice cream. What’s even weirder is that not too long ago she was complaining that I don’t eat at all. I tell you, parents just can’t be satisfied.