Mom: We can wait until Ivy graduates.
Me: I don’t think she wants to go to Vegas.
Mom: Not her, me.
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Mom: I need to learn where that purple yam potato man came from.
Me: What?
Mom: The purple guy that looks like a yam, the bad guy.
Me: ….
Me: OH, Thanos!!
Mom: You know… Air Canada is hiring.
Me: Mom. You know I get motion sickness easily, why do you keep pitching me this?
Mom: Life is a marathon, not a sprint.
Me: Mom……………..
Mom: What? What happened?! Did you slip and fall again?
Mom: And don’t leave any money lying around.
Me: Mom, I don’t have any money.
Mom: That’s why I texted you last night. I was worried that the wind storm blew you away.
Kid: (sings Jingle Bells)
Mom: Oh my god no, stop, that’s too much pressure right now.
Mom: That’s a really big cloud.
Me: Yeah it looks like a giant fish! And it’s not moving because it’s so lazy.
Mom: Or, it’s not moving because it got killed. Filleted. Hehehehe.
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