The girl who just can't play it cool

I was sad so I laid myself down on her bed. She was on her exercise bike but stopped to listen to me cry and complain. After a minute or so though, she got back into position on her bike, announced “Let’s blow up this popsicle!” and started pedalling as hard as she could. I remember initially feeling hurt that my Mom didn’t want to listen to me anymore. But I also couldn’t help but laugh. And suddenly I wasn’t so sad anymore.