"No! You haven't read my stories!" she said as she struck her son across his chest. This time Aaron snatched the pillow before she could pull it back.
"Of course I haven't. I can't read about dirty things I know came from my mom." He said as she tried to the pillow from his grasp.
"They aren't my dirty things." She tugged. "They're my characters'. You can't expect me to be responsible for every naughty thing they do. That would be like me being to blame for all your dirty encounters." She relinquished the pillow, sinking back into her corner of the couch.
"Mom! Come on! There's nothing similar about that," he said chuckling.
"I made you too, didn't I?" she said with a smirk, "And here I thought you were all grown up."
"I am," he said while sheepishly adjusting his lenses.
"I'm so sur
