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Me: [Notices through an incredibly stuffy nose that Mum is making something divine in the kitchen. Wanders out to said kitchen to look. She’s making stuffed shells.] Oh, you’re the best Mummy ever, knowing I wanted stuffed shells. [Is being obviously cheesy]
Mom: No, these aren’t for you. They’re for work.
Me: I take back what I said, you’re a horrible person.
Mum [isn’t phased and continues to scoop ricotta out of the container] That’s fine.