Conversation between two enemies who happen to be best friends.

An easy evening sets the mood for some blame-games between me and my mom.The premise is the expenses that my mom has to pay on my year-round trip to Finland..and these are just normal conversations..nothing extra-over-the-top-of ordinary bullshit..Just a normal chat with her which often has humorous outcomes.

{(normal banter between me and my mom)}

Mom :-Why do you think I am getting paranoid on expenses?????
Me    :-Umm..because you like to worry to much,I guess?

Mom :-ha ha ha such blame game!

Me    :-yeah,what am I supposed to say, Not have coffee with friends?

Mom (in her monotonous and BORING sarcastic voice)  :- How convenient and what a lovely way to continue with the expenses.Sure have coffee but limit wherever you can.

Me    :-Ok!..I will have a decaf coffee with no sugar and milk and I will have my friend's brains if I'm hungry (Honestly..I always do that! Eat my friend's brain,I mean.Because my mom ate MINE!)..see..I know how to cut down on expenses,mom.Touché!

Mom   :-WOW! (I really WOW'ed her!).Such indigenious (yeah..she typed that! Its INGENIOUS) solutions! No wonder your friends love you.I miss you and I love you son.

Me (giving her the Leonardo Di Caprio Look)  :- in what way?   
                         

Mom   :-All the ways!!!!!!!!

Me      :-O_O......Pedobear Mommy!    :S

Mom    :-whats that?

Me        :-a female version of a pedobear!

Mom      :-what's a pedobear?

Me         :- (At this point.....I am really thinking-Seriously??? She doesn't know what a PEDO-BEAR
                  is? What did she have this morning, Marijuana? Hell..could be! She must be  voting for the                    Prop 19-I bet she doesn't even know what it means!)

Me (being a good son,I finally give her a hint) :- *sigh* Utilize your best friend of 14 years..
                                                     
                                                       

                                                 (After a few seconds of radio static)

Mom      :- LOL   (Laugh Out Loud for those who are socially not inclined)
           
          pagal bacha mere (Hindi text-translates to..crazy son of mine)


Me         :-Yes I am! Born from the Infamy of a crazed woman!


Mom     :-No doubts about that!
       
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