|[Mom and I are driving on the freeway when all of a sudden, someone cuts her off causing us to swerve and almost hit the car in the other lane]|
Mom: Look at dat stupid guy! He almost hit us!
Me: I know! What a jerk!
Mom: I hate him [she makes the "thumbs up" gesture with her hand and pumps it in the air for the car in front to see]
Me: What are you doing?
Mom: I'm showing him how angry he made me!
Me: [laughing] Umm.. no you're not! You're telling him "good job"! You're supposed to use your MIDDLE finger if you want him to know you don't like him.
See? She's funny. I love her.
Also, she can never tell our two dogs, Harry and Marv, apart. They have distinct looks, but no matter how many times we tell her who's who, she never gets it right and more often than not, she refers to Harry as "Harvy" - unintentionally combining the two names.
I kinda like it. Instead of H&M, I might start using "Harvy" to refer to both our little bullies: