Mom: You can make your oatmeal in the microwave, you know.
Me: I know.
Mom: It’s easier than on the stovetop.
Me (measuring oats, water and salt into the saucepan): I know. I like it this way.
Mom: Then you don’t have to worry about it boiling over and you don’t have to watch it.
Primo: She likes it this way because she likes it a little burnt on the bottom.
Mom: But it’s easier my way!
Me: I want to do it my way.
Mom leaves to take a shower. I ignore the pot and the oatmeal burns to the bottom, which is not a problem at my house because I have non-stick pans, but this one is plain steel or whatever that sticky surface is and the oatmeal is really stuck to it.
Primo: It’s going to be painful, cleaning that.
Me: Not as painful as the “I told you so” I’m going to get.
Primo: She says that to you? She doesn’t seem like that to me.
Me: No, of course not. It’s implied.