Who else would do that?
When I dropped my son off at college, we found that he was assigned to the fourth floor of a dormitory. As I trudged through the parking lot to retrieve yet another load to
carry up the four flights of stairs, two young women caught my attention from a dorm window. “Hey, Mom!” one called down. “Yo, Mom!”
I was too tired to respond, so I just ignored them until I heard the second girl ask the first, “How do you know that woman is somebody’s mom?”
The first girl replied, “Who else would do that?”