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So, I've been trying to think of my favorite mom memory and there are seriously too many. Like how I used to come home every day from school and eat Oreos and watch TV on that 13 incher in the kitchen with her. I still prefer watching TV in the kitchen. Or maybe how last summer when I'd get home at crazy hours and she was still up in her studio we'd chat and watch whatever episode of Murder She Wrote happened to be on. Maybe my favorite is right after they got the mission call and Mel, Mandy, Mom, and I were packing up Montclair. We found a bag of dried up mini marshmallows and Mandy started throwing them like they were lasers all across the kitchen at us and into boxes and mom joined in. It's the first time I remember mom not being the only adult of the family. At last, we were all immature hoodlums!