Bette laughed as she got into the car and got ready to drive home. She looked at Tina and saw a look of a gotcha glint in her eyes.  Bette made her smile disappear quickly and then poked out her bottom lip in her best Porter pout.

Tina:  No pouting Babe. Just get us home. We are expecting those groceries.

Angie: Wow, that’s a good pout Mom.  I haven’t seen that in years.

Bette:  That’s because that was your trick.

Angie:  Yeah, I guess it was.  I gave up on it as it didn’t work for me either.

Bette: You mean this isn’t working?

Tina:  Nope.

Bette:  Well, we’ll be home soon and I’ll get you then.

Tina:  No, you won’t.  If you do, I’ll just throw you in the pool. Clothes and all.

Bette:  You wouldn’t do that? I just got my hair done.

Tina:  So did I and I would like to enjoy it just a little.  Tell you what. You let my hair alone for the rest of the afternoon, and I’ll let you wash it tonight?  With a limited amount of shampoo of course.

Bette (grinning from ear to ear): Done. You’re so good to me T…

Angie:  Suzanne, you do know that my moms are just playing with each other, right? Sometimes they get a great deal joy out of acting like toddlers. If Mama T really objected to Mama B messing with her hair, you would know it. Everyone in Santa Monica would know it.

Bette:  Have you ever seen your Mama T angry?

Angie:  Yeah, not a pretty sight.

Bette: And would you like to explain what occasion that was?

Angie:  Sure. I was in middle school and I was hanging out with Cheryl. She talked me into cutting school one Friday afternoon. Mama T had been out of town for a couple of days and Maria was doing something with Daniel. She came home a little earlier for the weekend than planned and caught me and Cheryl coming in the door. She got so angry, she called a cab and took us both directly back to school and turned us in. So, the following week, we both had after school detention and we both were confined to our homes for a whole weekend. That was the last time I ever did anything like that.