Typical conversations with my mother:
Me: How was your Easter?
Mom: Oh, great! I was in a play at church. I had two parts.
Me: Really? What kind of play was it? Who did you play?
Mom: I was in the crowd when Jesus got nailed.
Me: So it was a passion play?
Mom: Yeh, yeh, prison play. I had to say "Boo! Nail Him! Crucify Him!" and act mean about it. I was also one of the dancers. I had to dance with some kind of big weed in my hand.
Me: There were dancers at the crucifixion?
Mom: At ours there were.
Me: What else did you do?
Mom: When they banged the drum three times, I fell down on the ground.
Me: Why were you falling down?
Mom: Hell if I know.
Mom: I asked my Bible study group to pray for you this week.
Mom: So you'll lose weight! Good idea, huh?
Me: Which one, the praying or the losing weight?
Me: Which is it?
Mom: Both. Aigo! I'm just trying to help you, so you don't need to go sarcastic, krajee girl.