Twelve year old Dan was hanging out at home with his 18 year old sister Ashley and his 45 year old mom Amanda. Ashley obviously had her own thing going on and wasn't too interested in doing stuff wi

Once upon a time, in the cheerful town of Brookville, lived a spunky 12-year-old boy named Dan. Dan was living quite an unconventional life. Instead of doing what most 12-year-old boys do, like playing video games, sports and hanging out with friends, his life was filled with more grown-up interactions. His elder sister, Ashley who was 18, was busy exploring her own life, leaving him usually alone at home. On the other hand, his mother, Amanda a beautiful 45-year-old woman, found herself craving for more connection with her son, Dan. She missed their bonding, the mother and son relationship. Wearing her best outfit, a fancy satin dress paired with her favorite Gucci wedges, she adorned herself in her best makeup and nails. Marching into her son's room, she proposed, "Would you like to go on a date with me? A little mom and son thing?" Looking perplexed, Dan politely declined, suggesting that maybe Ashley would be a better date for a night out. "Oh baby. I just wanna spend time with you though. Please honey," Amanda insisted but was again met with decline. Her heart sunk and she asked about his birthday, hoping they could plan something then. "June 19th, 2011 mom. I love you though. Just not in the mood to hang with you today," Dan replied showing his affection. Suddenly, Amanda sprung up a rather bizarre idea. She called Dan into her room. Without giving him time to react, Amanda forced her Gucci wedges on Dan’s feet and spun a tale that from now on, Ashley would be his daughter too. It was a funny game that Amanda loved to play. "But Ashley is my older sister. Ow. Ow. Ow," Dan protested as his feet squished and ached in the wedges. But Amanda paid no heed, she continued playing out her fantasy, laughing heartily. They both played along, knowing it was all part of their mom-son bonding time. After a while, Dan stood up slowly, trying to balance himself on his mother’s wedges. He looked at himself in the mirror, his boyish face and unruly hair a sharp contrast to the wedges he was wearing. But instead of feeling embarrassed, he laughed, his laughter echoing in the room. Amanda, seeing him laughing, joined him. They both stood in the room, a middle-aged woman, and a 12-year-old boy wearing her shoes, both laughing at the absurdity of life. "When is your birthday?" Amanda asked, continuing their game. "January 4th, 1978. Graduated in 1995," he responded playing along, already forgetting who was supposed to be Dan or Amanda. "What is Ashley to you?" she asked again. "My beautiful daughter," he responded, wearied laughter filling the room. Her playful plea of taking him to the bar to get drunk and flirt with guys made him burst out laughing. "Mom! I'm only twelve!" Although Dan declined his mother’s game of pretend, the precious time they spent together filled both their hearts. They laughed, shared memories, and even shed a few tears. Although it was not the typical child's game, it was their game. And as they headed out the door for a walk around the block, they both knew they had the best time together, cherishing their unique mom-son relationship.