Mom was sitting on her recliner with her laptop on the arm of the chair. Can you picture it?

So, I come and try to sit on her lap, even though I'm 17 years old. Every time I'd put a little bit of my weight on her, she'd cry out, "Ahh! You're hurting me! Oww!"

I tried to be gentle, but she kept making that noise. So, I finally just give up and sit on her.

"You're squishing me, you're squishing me!"

Then I don't know what happened, but these little fuzzes, like from the inside of a stuffed animal, flew up and over to Mom.

She went to grab it and said, "What's the fuzz?" Then she gasped, "That's my stuffing! You've squished me!"

I was laughing so hard that I had to get up. The best part was that the whole time, she sounded like a whiny little kid.