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.
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.