(Looking outside at lotus-type tree.) Me: Hey mom, what's the name of that tree in our front yard? Mom: I dunno, George? Me: No, no, I mean the name of the type of tree. Mom: You can name it whatever you want honey.
What would you Mom-shame you're Mother for?
Sometimes the iPhone unleashes your latent psychic abilities with its auto-correct feature. Other times it just provides the LOLs.