Mad?

Her: Why are you mad at my mom? Me: I'm not mad at your mom, why do you ask? Her: Yes you are. I saw the picture at Grandma's house. (note to the reader - picture in question was taken in approximately 1977) Me: You're right. I was mad. All your mom did when she was your age was whine and cry.

Recycling

Went out to get the recycling bin from the curb this morning. Came back to a locked storm door. Asked her to let me in. She laughed, said no way, and dragged it out for a minute. Until I threatened a day-long timeout. She is definitely one of my relatives...we love pranks.