How about you follow my lead and not argue all the time.
Mum:
*gestures to clothing she wants to wear to the bar* Does this outfit match?
Moi:
Black and khacki? Indeed. Because it rhymes.
Mum:
What shoes? These brown ones? *brings out ugly brown shoes from closet*
Moi:
Eurgh! No! Go with the black ones. They're cute.
Mum:
Okay. *continues rummaging through her closet* Oooh, how about this shirt?
Moi:
Oooh, yes, it's pretty.
Mum:
*calls Tim and consults him on which shirt to wear*
Tim:
The pink one.
Mum:
Just like Lesley said.
Moi:
That's right! I'm all-knowing!
Mum:
*stares* Where do you get the balls to say that?
Moi:
What?
Mum:
You just think you're all that and a bag of chips, don't you?
Moi:
Fuck yes. In fact, I'm more than a bag of chips.
Mum:
What? Pretzels?
Tim:
No. Doritos.
Moi:
Doritos are chips.
Tim:
SAME DIFFERENCE!
Moi:
*stares blankly* You... *picks up plastic bat and hit him on the arm*
Mum:
Hey now! No violence!
Tim:
Shush, or she'll hit you too.
Moi:
*laughs and posts it on LJ*
Fun.