Avery seemed to have only one trick up her sleeve, and that was to break Daniel's legs.
"Mom, you’ve already broken my legs so many times. Medical bills aren’t cheap, you know? So maybe next time, when you hit me, don’t break my legs. You’d save yourself a lot of trouble and effort," Daniel said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Avery casually grabbed a folder from the table and smacked him with it.
“Smack!”
Even though Avery didn’t hit hard, the corners of that folder were pretty solid. So, Daniel's behind felt a slight sting.
He covered his rear end, looking pitiful. “Why are you hitting me, Mom?”
“Now that you’re calling me Mom, isn’t it only right for me to hit you?” Avery shot back. “If you keep calling me Mom, I’ll treat you like my son! I’ll smack you when I feel like it, I’ll hit you when I’m unhappy, and I’ll hit you when I’m annoyed!”
She glared at Daniel and barked, “Country bumpkin, are you still calling me Mom?”
“Mom!”
Daniel refused to change his title, because, well, he was just that shameless.
Avery felt a vein pop in her forehead, utterly speechless. “You’re still calling me Mom?”
“Why not?! You are my Mom! For the rest of my life, I will only ever call you Mom! And, honestly, you’re the only person I’ve ever called Mom.”
This left Avery puzzled.
“If the wild dogs took me away and ate me, where would you find another son-in-law as great as me? A guy like me is one in a million!”
Avery rolled her eyes at Daniel’s self-praise.
“Ha!”
After her little laugh, Avery looked at him with disdain.
“Yeah, like I’d be wishing for a son-in-law like you. They’re all over the street! I could throw a rock out the window while driving to the supermarket and hit a whole bunch!”
“A rock? How big would that rock have to be?”
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