It's Saturday night, and I just got out of the bathtub. I am settled on the couch eating Troll jellybeans and playing a game on my phone. My son is home for the weekend and is upstairs in his room talking to his girlfriend.
I get a call, and it is him.
"Yes???"
"Are you in the living room?
"Yes???"
Can you go downstairs and get the WD40?"
"Yes??? Where would it be?
"Either on Dad's workbench or in that open cabinet."
"And why do you need that?
"My bed is squeaking, and if I move, I might not be able to find the squeak again."
I get up, go the basement, fetch the can of WD40, and go upstairs to his room. He is lying in bed squeaking away.
"Can you get down there and see if you can find it while I make it squeak?"
"I can't do that! My knees won't let me. Here, let me try something."
I go over to the top of the bed and pull it away from the wall just a little. The squeak stops. I look at him and laugh, "Moms can do anything!"
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