So, Mum calls me yesterday.
Mum: I'm making a trifle and it calls for lemon curd. You make lemon curd, don't you?
Me: Yeah, I can send you my recipe, it's good.
And then I email her:
Me: *emails* Here is the recipe!
Mum: *reply emails* Thanks, sweetie! If this trifle comes out good we can serve it at the rehearsal dinner at your wedding! When you get married some day.
I was very confused, because she and I have done the "I'm okay that you're not married and don't have kids" conversation, and she seemed to genuinely mean it. Fortunately there was an easy if somewhat delayed explanation: she neglected to mention it was a traditional wedding trifle.
Phew. Dodged that bullet.
Then today, she sent me an easter package. I adore her packages. This one contained:
-- 1 chocolate bunny
-- 4 tupperware containers (of various sizes) one of which had a chocolate-covered Peep in it
-- 1 bag of Hershey kisses
-- 2 boxes of regular Peeps
-- A CATAPULT KIT
The bag of Hershey kisses was helpfully labeled "NOT FOR YOU" and only on the reverse of the note taped to it did it explain "THIS IS FOR THE CANDY DISH AT WORK".
I'm going to use them as ammunition for the catapult.