While walking from the parking lot to the hospital, I heard two noises back to back.
Me: (to mother) Was that you?
Mother: (appalled) No, of course not!
Me: You sure?
Mother: Yes! Although, the other day I was in the company of acquaintances, and it must be the age- they were 88, and as they walked, they farted. One day that will happen to me.
Me: Thankfully, I won’t be here for that.
Mother: How can you say that?
Me: I’ll get out while the going is good.
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After we checked into the office I was having my procedure, my mother admired the secretary’s white hair.
Mother: Should I go white?
Me: Because I won’t be here?
Mother: No! Just because…
Me: (leaving office to stand) No- you don’t have to go white.
Mother: (walks out too)
Me: Was that you??
Mother: I didn’t want you to miss what it would be like.