... My mom walks in and says “I’m going to – what were you doing with your pants off?”
“Changing,” (I stammer)
My mom looks confused. Then understanding. Then really, really uncomfortable.
“Lock your door next time,” she says.
The next time she comes to my room, she knocks first. But not on the door. She knocks on the wall of the hallways outside my room. All. The Way. Down.
Stay tuned for more sneak peeks as the Edmonton International Fringe Festival gets closer and closer!