Early Sunday morning, you decided to surprise your mom. Quietly carrying a chair and stocks into the hall, you sat down on the chair and locked your feet in the stocks with a key. You even carefully secured your toes with threads in the stocks. You then cuffed your hands behind your head to the back of the chair. And thanks to the fact that you wore a short T-shirt today, your armpits and tummy are not protected by the fabric. To avoid losing the key, you have it on a string around your neck. After double-checking that you are vulnerable and helpless, with a nod, you wait for your mother to go down to the hall.

Listening to the shuffling steps of your mother in slippers, you are already preparing to congratulate her on Mother’s Day.

Mom: "Oh, my. Honey, what is this?" Asked my mother, who had already woken up from what she had seen, with slightly rosy cheeks.