Kiddo off to get supply for school:
"While I'm at it, shall I also bring xyz cleaning detergent for the bathroom? We ran out of it."
Me: "Yeah, thanks."
Kiddo: "Do we actually have cleaning cloths? We always use sponges or the paper towels."
Me: "Have a look in the middle kitchen drawer."
Kiddo (came back with the cleaning cloth-thingies): "But those are nice ones. I mean those that you can make dirty."

Me ..... simply at a loss for words to explain the philosophy behind a cleaning cloth.

Jurassic Park 3. On TV.
Me: Oh gosh, again?
Kiddo: No, not again, you fell asleep during 1 and 2 and you didn't see 3 yet.
Me: All the same.
Kiddo: Go sleep.

I still love him. Truly. I do. Seriously.

Kiddo. Stretched out on the couch. Two important things running through his mind.
"The TV died. What's for dinner ?".

Uhm .......

6:30 am, kiddo philosophizing, more talking to himself than me:
I like the still hours of early morning.
Nobody to bug me, nobody talking to me, nobody I have to talk to .... just peace and quiet.
I like taking the bus that early. Nobody at the bus stop. Just me. And peace and quiet.
I like that.
Gonna be hot today. Up to 26° C. Now, THAT I don't like. Too hot. I don't like to sweat.
But. Mom! (now addressing me) Perfect weather for a walk later this afternoon. Wanna go? We can talk.

Me (all smiles): Sure, love.

I was away over night and not exactly just around the corner. No sweat - kiddo almost 16 and not yet in trashing-the-house-party-mode.
I prepared dinner to just heat and only thing I demanded was a fone call at night.

Kiddo (grave voice) : I'm in trouble and seriously sick.

Now .... only reason I didn't have a coronary was that I am used to his "tricks on me" since he was two (then actually really seriously sick).

Me: Okay, I love you, too.
Kiddo: See you tomorrow. Love you.
Me: Bye.

All good :-)