(Disclaimer: This is by no means meant to mock my mother. I love her dearly, and sometimes she really, really makes me laugh.)
Sunday Night Dinner
Mom: What are you doing this week?
Me: work…blah..blah..blah…run….write…blah…blah. Oh! I’m finally going rock climbing.
Mom: Jana (pause) please don’t tell that boy that you’ve always wanted to be Spider-Man.
Me: Why not? Don’t you think he should know?
Mom: He’s going to think you’re crazy.
Me: (silence–raised eyebrows)
Mom: Oh, you’re right. He probably already knows you’re crazy.