I'm walking down the hallway and there is a group of family members and friends sitting around outside a courtroom. As I walk past I realize they are reminiscing.
Mom to adult son: "Remember the first I brought you to court for a sentencing? You were so scared you ran around behind the house and I had to half drag you to the car to drive you to court . . ."
At this point I pass out of earshot but I look back and see the 30 something son looking a little chagrined. He wasn't too terribly upset; he looked more like I do when my Mom tells stories about something dumb I did as a child.