This is a picture of her looking on uncomfortably while her grandchildren engaged in highly questionable roughhousing at an Italian castle. This is not as worried a look as she wears when I take them for rides on motorcycles and allow them to say naughty words like, darn.
Despite these errors in my judgement she continues to voice her approval of me as a human being and a parent, she is good to Ariella, offers to babysit and helps with the dishes when she comes to visit, what more could one possibly ask?
As some of you have heard me say, sarcasm was my mother tongue, without her I could never have gain and maintained my current level of fluency.
Thanks mom, if you weren't you, I wouldn't be me,