Mother: Wake up, son. Son: Mmm. Mother: Are you awake, son? Son: Mm-mm. Mother, in sing-song voice: If you're awake, son, show me some open eyes. Son (eyes tightly shut), muttering: There's a mirror on the wall there...
Son to mother: Uhhhh, Mom, can one get sick from eating too much chocolate syrup? Mother: What? How much did you eat? Son: Uhhh, too much, I think. Mother (philosophically): Moderation in all things, son. Remember, Gautam Buddha also said the same thing so many centuries ago. Son: Yes, but that was Gautam Buddha. Mother (losing it): What are you? Glutton बुद्धू?