>You are anon.
>You are sitting at the kitchen table as your mother sits across from you sipping tea and smiling at you.
>”Anon! I see you are still single.” She says with a warm smile.
>You give a nervous laugh and fumble at your cup.
>”Well mom, you see… I haven’t really met the right woman.”
>”I understand my little boy wanting to save himself for marriage but I am just wondering when I will have some grand babies to baby sit.”
>She once again sips her tea and pierces you with another warm smile.
>You clear your throat not sure what to say.
>You have been going around and tried a few dating sites but you have trouble actually getting a girl friend.
>”Hewwo daddeh!”, Your fluffy pony has woke from his nap and come in obviously looking to play with you.
>He truddles up to you and hugs your leg under the table.
>Your mother loses her smile and glances downward, “But I see… you have found some companionship…”
>The fluffy lets go of your leg and scuttles under the table toward your mother, “Yay! Nyu fwen? Wan pway?”
>Your mother looks under the table at the fluffy.
>Your fluffy freezes, “Oooh… yoo am pwetty misseh… hewwo!”
>He sits up and waves at your mother.
>”Oh? Does your daddy have a lot of misses come visit?”
>”Umm mom… I have had some… *cough*…friends…”
>You really don’t want your mother hearing about your personal affairs.
>Your mother’s face lights up, “Really!?”
>She beckons your fluffy over.
>”Pleas little one, come talk to the nice lady.”
>The fluffy truddles over happily with its ever present stupid grin.
>She picks him up.
>”Hewwo pwetty wady! Fwuffy neber haf tawkies wif pwetty wady befo.”
>You mother hold him gingerly under his front hooves and holds him in front of her.
>”Oh, its ok. Just talk to me like your daddy talks to the other pretty ladies he brings home.”
>The fluffy pony smiles as it wags its tail happily.
>”Otay….”
>The fluffy pony gets a proud look on his face and starts talking.
>”Hit in no nos! Hawdeh! Hawdeh!”
>Your mother spins her head and looks at you.
>”Wha yoo mean fifdy dowweh! Me noo use twendeh nine minoots!”
>You lower your head trying to avoid her gaze.
>”Pwease nuu goo! Haf mo on cwedit cawd!”
>”Nuuuu! Westwaining odeh am buww poop!”
>”Owkwahoma! Owkwahoma! Dat am saf wowd! Owie! Owies! Owkwahoma!”
>”Goo way fwuffy! Daddeh haf wowl up cawpet…”
>He smiles at your mother, “Dat wha daddeh say pwetty wadies! Am pwety wady happy wif fwuffy?”
>Your mother sets the giggling fluffy on the ground and walks over to you.
>”Son….”
>She leans in and hugs you.
>A tear streams down her eye as she begins to speak, “That, more than any paternity tests, tells me you are your father’s son!”
>She lets you go and grabs onto your shoulders looking at you with motherly love.
>”But it was still worth it to see the look on his face when I told him you weren’t his on your eighteenth birthday!”
>”Oh he looked so crushed!”
>You blush… your mom still treats you like a kid sometimes.
>”I still hold on to the obituary too…”, she wipes a nostalgic tear from her eye.
>She turns to leave, “I know you will find the right woman someday son.”
>She picks up the fluffy and hugs him, “You have made me a happy lady!”
>Your fluffy smiles, “Yay! Am gud fwuffy!”
>You mom starts to leave, “Oh by the way, are you coming by work tonight?”
>She smiles at you, “Its donkey night!”
>You stand up, “Of course I’ll be there mom!”
>You pick up your fluffy and smile after her.
>You hope you can make her proud of you.