Mom: "You did this on purpose! You're trying to kill me."
Me: "Mom, I tried not to give you this cold."
Mom: "You did, you did! You want to kill me so that you can use my room for pottery."
Me: "Mom! That is not true!"
Mom: "Yes! You want to kill me dead and fill my room with pots!"
Me: "Mother! Don't be ridiculous. It makes me feel really bad when you talk like that. Please stop it."
Mom: "I'm sorry."
Me: "I would fill your room with books."