Talking to my Mom, of course. Talking about life, expectations, how I mostly have only had my brain my whole life. She mentions that I'm clever and I say that I know how much more clever I could be. Her response had us laugh crying for fifteen minutes.
Mom - Well, you're not MENSA Shart.
Me - Wait, did you just say shart?
Mom - I don't know. Did I?
Me - You said shart. That could not have been more perfect.
We're both crying.
Me - I need this on a shirt.
She's still crying.
Me - We could start our own club: The Sharts. (I start singing the melody to the Jet Song from West Side Story)
This is peak Mom conversation.
