A normal girl

In high school my Mom wished fervently for a normal teenage daughter (read: daughter who dated boys or had a boyfriend). Instead she got me, the oversized sweatshirt wearing, society shunning, loning (lonering?), "boys are DUMB!" daughter who didn't find her first boyfriend until she was 20. Now I know my Mom loves me and I love her and over the years we've gotten to be very good friends and pretty decent roommates. Still, though, I have to ask: is there anything more embarassing than to have your Mom decide she has to go to the bathroom while you are...spending time with a boy? I swear, time stood absolutely still... and then in the next second...you have never seen two people jump away from each other so fast. I now have much more respect for what "normal" teenagers go through. So what do I do after my Mom comes out of the bathroom very pointedly not looking toward the living room and sings "I hear nothing" as she goes back to her room? I look at Esso (seriously lame nickname, does anybody have any suggestions?) and begin laughing hysterically. In between laughter sputters, I manage to choke out: "Poor Mom, she must have been about ready to wet her pants."