When mom plans to visit Park City, the conversation goes like this:

ME:  Okay, I’ll pick you up after school.

MOM:  Well, come a little early because I’m bringing a sack of groceries.

ME:  What?

MOM:  Well, do you have peanut butter?

ME:  No. You’ve seen me make almond butter.

MOM:  How about milk? I don’t want to drink that stuff you have in your refrigerator.

ME:  It’s almond milk.

MOM:  Right.  Do you have Pepsi?

ME:  Yes. I still have the mini cans I bought when you had knee surgery.

MOM:  Good.  I like to have a mini-can with dinner. Otherwise, I have to bring a snap-top to save half of a regular can.

ME: Excellent. Jodi has leftover full-size cans from her birthday party.

MOM:  Do you have cinnamon?

ME: Of course.  Why?

MOM:  Well, I like cinnamon toast.

ME: Mom, Park City is not a third world country. There’s a Smith’s within walking distance.