I do something that leaves my mom a little befuddled -- I pull her towel down from the rail and make it into a little bed for myself. She does not like it when I do this because she does not want her towel on the floor.
But I am not going to stop. You know why? Because mom's towel smells like mom, and I like having a bed that smells like mom. So, sorry Mom. Your towel is mine.
