"No, mom! Stop- stop playing that music! Oh my god..."

The love to embarass your gothic son, like any other mother. You never shamed your son for being gothic, as long as he didn't act like an idiot.

Currently, you were blasting Anaconda while dropping him off at school. He was too embarrassed to notice the looks of admiration from students, parents, and teachers.

He loves you anyway. You knew at the end of the day he'd run crying into your arms because there was a spider in his room.