Your mom...

OK, so my husband is funny, a little goofy, and often has an immature sense of humor (you know I'm right), which is usually ok with me because he just cracks me up. So, here's an example of a running joke in our house and how it made a wrong turn last weekend...

About a year ago, Matt picked up the lovely habit of turning everything I say into a "your mom..." statement. Some examples might include the following:

Me: "Will you put this in the oven?"
Matt: "Your mom's gonna put it in the oven."

Me: "Is this too cold?"
Matt: "Your mom's too cold."

Sometimes, these statements are just random and don't make any sense. Every once in awhile, they turn out to be really funny or most often disturbing.

Last Saturday, I hosted my mom's side of the family for Thanksgiving. At the dining room table with me are my mom, my grandma, my uncle, my cousin-in-law and her teenage son. I'm talking to my cousin-in-law and her son. He interjects something that I can't hear. She rolls her eyes and tells me how her son has started adding some phrase to the end of his sentences. Hmmm. Sounds familiar. So, my husband has the same sense of humor as this high school senior!

I try to describe to her Matt's "your mom" habit. To which, my mom pipes up from the end of the table. "That's a good thing, right?" "Uh, sure, Mom!" So, I'm trying to think of an example off the cuff. (I can't think off the cuff.) So, I dig my fork into my plate, pick up a bite and say as way of an example, "this tastes good"!

When I realize my mistake, I'm pretty sure my face turned a lovely hue of red and I followed up with, "uh, nevermind". Awkward!

I have to admit, that I have also picked up the habit. I find myself most often saying it in my head to Elliot. This, of course, is lame (your mom's lame) since I am the mom in question. However, it worked out to my benefit once when Elliot asked me if something was thin enough. Aha! I literally jumped up and cheered for myself over that one! Honestly, what's wrong with me?