I had just made home-made broccoli soup. Two cups. Nick was drinking the second cup.
Nick: Be careful of broccoli, ma. It’s full of testosterone and that’s not good for you. It will make you all mean.
Me: What’s wrong with a little self-assertiveness?
Nick: I thought you wanted to be a sweet little old lady.
Me: (speechless, as usual.)
Yes, he takes the place of mom, but i return the favor, and sound just like her when I’m with him.
Yes, mom. I’m afraid there is a god!