When I was 4-years-old, my mom and I got into a huge fight.
I can’t remember what we were fighting about, but I know that I was talking back and yelling at her.
At one point, I yelled, “Don’t you scream at me!”
And she yelled, “You think I’m screaming? This isn’t screaming. You want to really hear me scream?”
YES, I shouted.
And she screamed. I mean – I can’t believe you didn’t hear it.
Or maybe you did – it was summer, 1984. Do you remember hearing a really loud, terrifying noise?
That was my mom showing me what she sounded like when she was really screaming.
The windows rattled.
I’m surprised they didn’t break.
That put an end to our heated fight. I actually may still have partial hearing loss from it.
But it wasn’t until years later that I learned that she dislocated her jaw with that window-rattling scream.
It took months of physical therapy before she was back to normal.
And now that I have a 4-year-old of my own – this story makes me really, really happy. Is that bad?