(My mother really likes Buddha statuettes. She has been talking about how much she likes them and how much she wants one, when one of our local stores sends out a flyer that shows a couple of Buddha statuettes they will be selling next week. I bring the flyer to my mother to show her.)
Me: “Hey, [Store] is going to be selling Buddha statuettes next week.”
Mother: “I know. I really like them, but I can’t afford to spend that kind of money.”
Me: “Which one do you like the most? The one with the spiky thing on its head or the one without?”
Mother: “I like the one with the spike the most.”
(A few days pass and then Monday arrives. On my way home from school I walk into the store in question, find the statuettes, and get the one my mother said she liked the most. I place it on her desk once I’m home and then immediately go to my room to take a nap. A few hours later, my mother wakes me up for dinner. I go join my parents in the kitchen.)
Mother: “How did you pay for that Buddha?”
(I’m a bit surprised, as I don’t understand what she’s asking, and I had expected her to seem at least a little bit happy with the statuette.)
Me: “Um, with money?”
Mother: “Your money or my money?”
Me: “My money.”
Mother: “So, how much do you want from me?”
Me: “What?”
Mother: “How much do I owe you?”
Me: “Nothing. It’s a gift.”
Mother: “Oh. Well… Thank you!”
(I have no idea why she thought I would have paid for it with her money, or how I would even get my hands on her money. At least that explains why she didn’t seem happy at all at first. After dinner I heard her happily announce, “I have a Buddha!” to herself from time to time, so I know she appreciated the gift after all.)