score another one for mom

conversation upstairs overheard by mom downstairs...

son: aaaaaaaaaaaah!
daughter: what, i didn't do it that hard. i just shook your head a little. get to work.
son: but you did this and it hurt.
mom to daughter: you don't get to decide what hurts and what doesn't when it's not your body.
daughter: okaaaaaaaaaaaay.
mom to son: try not to be so overly dramatic.
son: okaaaaaaaaay.

mom to son: if you wanna go to baseball practice tonite, get up off your butt and clean your room.
son: how did you know i was on my butt?
mom: cuz i'm THE MOM.

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