What room are you in?

Tonight as I was getting out of the bathtub, I could hear Moma talking to herself. She was getting loud and you know how sick I am....I couldn't wait to get to the baby monitor. Kerry and I listened and laughed as she apparently went around asking different ones "What room are you in?" She'd say, "What room are you in? Are you happy (or satisfied) in there?" Then she'd say, "Okay, is everybody covered? Good! Get to work!" So, we thought she must be at work in the cotton mill. She'd get loud sometimes and say, "GET IN THERE!" Finally we realized she was at church. I heard her say, "You ort to get in a room and enjoy Sunday School!" and then she said...."Listen, LISTEN! Every damn one of you get out of this auditorium and get in a room! YOU HEAR ME?" Kerry and I were about to die laughing, but then her door opened. We thought it was over. She stuck her head in the den and said, "Julie......JULIE!" I looked her way. "What room are you in?" she asked. I said, "the den". She came closer and said, "I didn't hear you". I said, "Moma, I am in the den, why?" "You gone stay in here?" I said, "Yeah, why?" She said, "You ain't gone teach nobody?" At this point, I was about to lose it. I said, "No, not tonight". She said, "What about later?" I said, "Yeah, I will". She said, "Who? Who do you want to work with?" I said, "Wherever y'all need me. I will teach wherever y'all need me". She turned and looked at Kerry and said, "You gone stay right there in the church?" He nodded that he was. She swiped her hand and said, "That's all I wanted to know." Turning around, she left the room. We busted a gut. I then said, "Listen Kerry....can you smell the popcorn? Can you hear the circus music?"