(While watching mom hang stockings) Me: Mom, you only have two kids, why are you hanging six stockings? Mom: Well, two are for the dogs, three for the cats, and one for the bird. Me: So where's Sister's stocking? And mine? Mom: Oh like I'm getting gifts for you two.

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

Mom: Do you think your father would take you to the chiropractor three days a week? Me: Do you want dad to take me? Mom: No, I just want to know if you think he would. Me: No, probably not. Mom: YES! I'm the better parent. Me: Are you really still competing for best parent? All of your kids are adults, and you've been divorced for years. Mom: The competition never ends. Now, tell me what he did for your brother's birthday.