My Dad and I are bantering over dinner.
Dad: Just don't lose sight of the fact that you are my creation.
Me: Well, mom did play a role in the matter.
Dad: (Grins.) Please. It was all me. She was just the means of transport.
While I see how this might antagonize any mother, I find it adorable that someone loves me fiercely enough to want the credit for every bit of me.
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