Momma and Me

I was at the dentist today. You know how they kind of hold your cheeks or turn your head so they can get at your molars and scrape away at the decades of Halloween candy lodged in there? Anyway this lady was being bossy with my face and I started laughing. Not “HA HA” laughing but just shudder laughing like when little short breaths come out. The dentist smiled beneath her mask and asked, ‘What’s funny?’. I didn’t say anything, I just shook my head and squinted with her hands in my mouth, hopefully she knew it wasn’t from any pain. If I knew her better, I’d have told her that, when my Mom used to cut my hair, she’d move my head around in the same sort of way. I’d turn my head the opposite way like the pain in the ass I am, then make a weird face in the mirror. Momma would then give me a good solid SMACK on the side of my head or cheek and say ‘Hold still!’ ‘Stop SCREWING around!’ She didn’t know how to cut an afro FFS. She did it anyway. Just the idea or thought of my dentist giving me a cuff in the ear made me laugh and miss my Momma. Miss all them good times we done had.