I stopped by my brother's house to talk to him. Mom is carrying an empty ice cream cup from Burger King up the driveway...
Me: Mom, that's yucky. Let's throw it away.
Me: Mom, it's trash. May I throw it away?
Mom: NO! (pulls it behind her back) You can't make me. It's mine. It's pretty. And I'm keeping it.
Glance at brother, who looks amused but not surprised. We start our conversation.
Mom: Get out of my way! I suppose you're going to make me hold this nasty trash all day!
And, there you have a 30 second conversation that represents my current life.