It Burns, But She Has A Point

My brother and I are chatting with our mom. My mom, meanwhile, is cooing over the dog.

Mom: “Are you my baby? Yes, you are! You’re my favorite, and if the house caught fire, I’d save you first.”

Me: “You wouldn’t save your own kids?”

Mom: “You two are thirty and twenty-six. I think you would know to get out if the house was on fire.”