(took you long enough to notice) sweetheart, I’m not even your mom. I’m way too young to be a mom.

“You’re right! You’re not Mum at all!!!”

“Nope, that would be me, sweetheart! But she did a good job, I think.”

“All right… whatever. Mum, I really don’t want to do yoga. Especially not hot yoga.”

“Sorry, darling. Doctor’s orders. Besides, it’d be hard to go to Paris if you were dead, wouldn’t it?" 

"I… suppose…”