"What are you doing?" Mother asks me. She asks me this over and over when I am at her house.
Just gathering up the trash so we can go to the dump.
(Gathering up trash, dirty plates and cups from all over the house. Cleaning the cat box. Removing scary food from the refrigerator.)
"What are you doing?"
Just going to the bathroom.
(And look for any indication that you've used the soap or shampoo this week.)
"What are you doing?"
Helping you find your glasses, you said you lost your glasses.
(Ok Mom, I'll give you this one, I can't see my glasses without my glasses on either.)
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