A Conversation With My Mom (about some sheets)

Mom: So, how long do you think it will be until you finally fold those sheets you took out of the dryer and threw on the floor?

Dusty: How about we make a deal....

Mom (rudely cutting Dusty off): Deal, you go fold the sheets.

Dusty: Mom, listen. Let's make a deal. (pause)

Mom: (skeptical squinty eye)

Dusty: How about if it doesn't get done by tomorrow morning, you get to keep my first born child.

Mom: How about you go do it now so that you live to have a first born child.

Dusty: Touche