A while ago my Da shocked the hell out of Sharkboy and I by not<\/strong> informing us that Sunday dinner would be shared with the man he tricked with all weekend: a 6’4″ African American adult student from Detroit, relocating to Toronto to go to Ryerson (I say “adult student” because they met at one of Da’s over 40, Prime Timers<\/em> meeting). Imagine my surprise when I entered Da’s condo, noticed the fourth place setting and ask “Who else is coming to dinner?” and this gentleman comes out of the bedroom. Charming guy. Nice. Completely not like Da’s other tricks and dates, thats fer sher. Many were the jokes that evening of him being my “new Mom”, including my favorite: “Can I have my allowance, now?”<\/p>\n Then I got to thinking who would make a great Mom within the circle of friends\/acquaintances I have. Here is an assessment of some with “Pushover Factor” (that is, would I be able to manipulate “mom” to do my bidding, one being “nope” and ten being “playdough!”):<\/p>\n Sharkboy<\/a>: Beyond the obvious therapy I would need to go through if my Da and he were to start dating, I would require plenty of notice if I were to drop by their home. I wouldn’t want to see any form of coo-cooing or schmoopie doopie love talk lest I be sent into brain-locking fits. The Mailman<\/a>: I think he would make my dad laugh. A lot. And they share the same anal sense of apartment living (git yer mind out of the gutter). But they’d butt heads too. Both are pretty stubborn.
\nPushover Factor<\/em>: 2. I know what buttons to push but he’s pretty crafty.<\/p>\n
\nPushover Factor<\/em>: 10. One whine from me and The Mailman caves. My voice is like that.<\/p>\n