Mom: "Listen! If you don't do what I tell you, your ass is grass, and I am the lawnmower!"
Me: "Mom! Where did you hear that?"
Mom: "I've known it for a long time. A long, long time."
Me: "Fine, well, could you carry this folder inside while I get the bags?"
Mom: "I don't know. That might be too heavy for me. I am delicate, you know."
Me: "The sarcasm is running pretty thick today."
Mom: "Vroom-vroom! Vroom-vroom!"
Mom: "Vroom-vroom! I am the lawnmower, and don't you forget it!"