I jokingly called mom a prude for wearing such a long skirt. "Oh, really?" she said, removing her skirt when we got in the elevator. "You take a picture to remember just how un-prude I am!"
Mom calls me into the department store changing room to ask my opinion on a pair of jeans and tshirt. "Why do you keep looking at the tshirt," she asks. "Does the colour not suit me?"
