(Brother is leaving to go home, his dog dug holes in the yard.) Mom: You still have to fill my holes. Brother and Me: *laugh hysterically* Brother: That sounded wrong. Mom: Fill in my holes then fix my yard. Me: We don't live in Alabama, mom!

(I read my mother a messed up text where a kid's phone said that they 'blew' their teacher instead of 'drew' him.) Me: I'm positive that there were kids I went to high school that were doing something other than homework to get better grades. Mom: I never did that. For one, I refuse to compromise my morals and for another, I don't like that. (Long pause) Mom: You probably didn't want to hear that, did you? Me: No, not really.

Mom: I wonder what I can get your Dad for Christmas. Me(being silly): Your Mother! Mom: He doesn't want THAT.