The comedy on the way home, after the comedy inside the store:
Adele: GAH MOM. This trash can weighs 574328597 pounds, and is crushing my bladder. I'VE GOTTA PEE. Plus, I can't SEE anything.
Me: Hahahahah. You don't HAVE TO SEE; you're not DRIVING. Now you see how *I* felt, having you ride on my bladder for nine months, which, incidentally, made me pee every hour and killed any ideas of future sex. *preened, laughed, etc.*
Adele: *glares* It's ALSO making my arm numb and CRUSHING MY HIPBONE.
Me: Good! Maybe THAT will kill YOUR sexual future.
Me: *sideways eye-balling her* What SEXUAL FUTURE? YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE ONE.
I really *should* record our daily interaction. It's freakin' hilarious. LOL. We could be comedy a-deux. When I told her this she said: "I'M NOT HUNGRY."
Oooooo I see; she's STILL making fun of me from last night...greaaaat.
Waaaaaaaahahahaahaha. Ya had to be there.