A day doesn't go by when my mother doesn't have something to say to me. The following conversation is actual dialogue from this morning:
Mom: How you doing over there? Can you still see me? I'm just making my bed. Don't be upset.
Me: How can I not be upset, I'm not smack dab against your leg. You've got this ridiculous setup of a rocking chair, kitchen chair, baby gate and Barbie castle stopping me from getting to you!
Mom: You okay? You're not peeing on the floor are you? Juno?
Me: No, just licking myself.
Mom: Because I have to get things done. And don't flip out when I start running this vacuum, the dust bunnies are crazy in here!
Me: Dust bunnies? You have bunnies in there? Let me in!
Mom: Alright, I'm almost done. You know, if you'd learn how to hold it, you could be in here right now.
Me: Promises, promises.
--Of course all of this sounded like:
Mom: "Wa-wa-wahh, wah, wah wah."