Me: Are you OK?
Mother: Yes. Are you?
Me: Ahem. Are you really?
Mother: Yes. Why?
Me: You don’t sound it
Mother: Well neither do you
Me: Well maybe I’m not – so what’s up with you?
Mother: I had a bad day
Me: Me too
Mother: I don’t like bad days
Me: I think that’s normal
Mother: What was bad about yours then?
Me: Nothing really. Just a day.
Mother: Me too – maybe it’s the weather…
Me: But I like this weather
Mother: It can’t be that then. Maybe it’s the time of year
Me: Doubt it
Mother: Maybe it’s the crap TV I’ve been watching
Me: You always watch crap TV. 9 times out of 10, if it’s TV, then it’s crap.
Mother: You should’ve been born last century.
Me: Well, that’s probably what’s wrong with me – I don’t fit in here. What’s your excuse?
Mother: Dunno really. Hhhmmmm. Mine's just the weather. That'll pass.
Mother: Yours won't.