my Mom

Hmm. A bit more insight into our mother-daughter relationship.

My Mom called me this afternoon, and I just adored our conversation. Oh, and 'ri' is her lovey name for me.

Mom: Hi, honey. What's up?
Me: Nothing. Ma, you know, I don't like my boobs.
Mom: Ha?
Me: My boobs. I don't like them.
Mom: What are you talking about?
Me: They hamper my movements. I can't move my fingers fast enough to play the piano.
Mom: That's lack of practice, Ri. You have nice boobs.

Oh, I love my Mom.