My dad came into my room while I was asleep and left some sunglasses in my laundry basket. For some reason any errant sunglasses found on the property are automatically assigned to me, if their ownership is not immediately apparent. Dad had apparently found them in the flowerbed. During church, I commented to my parents about these and described them as “ugly”. Today, after lunch, my mom was in the bathroom and this exchange happened:

Me: [from my bedroom] Oh, these sunglasses!
Mom: Oh right, let me see those.
Me: [putting on the sunglasses and walking into the bathroom]
Mom: Ahahahahahahaha!
Me: Yeah, it looks like some old person died in our bushes.
Mom: Ahahahahahahahaha!
Me: [leaving because mom was dead to the world that exists outside of the hilarity of those sunglasses]