Bazinga!

Mom: I wish you would stop asking me if I'm ok during our exercise class.

Me: Well, you look like you're dying. That warrants a check in.

Mom: I'm FINE. Stop treating me like I'm elderly.

Me: You almost fell off the treadmill TWICE today. TWICE. That's TWO DIFFERENT TIMES.

Mom: I'm just having issues with balance.

Me: You're having issues with being old.

Mom: Well stop asking me in front of people, it's embarrassing.

Me: You know what else is embarrassing? Carrying your mother home from Royal Oak after she falls off a treadmill.

Mom (internal thoughts): I never wanted to give birth to you.

Me (internal thoughts): I'm posting a picture of you post-workout on the internet.


In the words of Sheldon: "BaZINGA!"