Witticisms With Mom

Mom: Now, how old are you?

Me: I’m 57.

Mom: And how old am I?

Me: You just turned 89.

Mom: 89? I guess next year the odometer is going to flip over. (laughing)

Me: Yep (laughing)

Mom: Will you still recognize me when I get old?

Me: I don’t know, you keep getting cuter.

Mom: Well, that is true.