Mom: We have to seriously clean the house before Provologne* comes.
Me: Um, I don't really care.
Mom: You should care! You want him to be on your side!
Me: And if the house is untidy, he won't be on my side? He'll be saying, "Get out of my sight, you monster!"?
Mom: No, but he might say, "Augh, I can't live like this!", and call it all off!
Me: Um, I hate to break it to you, but we do live like this.
[A pause ensues.]
Mom: ...I wish you hadn't broken it to me...
Mom: Noooooo...it was an aberration all along!
*Name has been changed to protect the identity of the subject of conversation.