You can't make me...

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.
Mom:  NO! 
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.
Me:  Okaaaay.

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.