MBA Mom out argues JD Son

Apart from the times that I am threatening my parents with spending their golden years at a Chinese Organ Farm, I try to do nice things for them. They’ve done so much for me, the least I can do is remember to call at least once a month.

I’m kidding. Kiddingish.

Seriously though, when I spend the night at home, I’ve been known to bring my mom a bottle of wine. I figure I’ve taken so much wine from her in the last decade the least I can do is replenish with something I am less than keen to drink. Unfortunately, my mom and I have similar tastes and as such can usually see through my ‘generosity’ and encourages me not to bring her the shitty bottle less than desirable bottle of sacrament:

My Mom: Are you leaving that bottle? I’m not planning on drinking it.
Me: It’s really good! You should try it.
My Mom: I’ll just use it for cooking.
Me: That’s a thirty dollar bottle of wine! You can’t use it for cooking! That’s a waste of an excellent bottle!!
My Mom: What did you have with it that made it so good?
Me: …Cheeze-its…

Let’s just say that for all my powers of persuasion, they were inadequate to defeat the look that she gave me. So much for that expensive law school education, pretty suit and lawyer job. Outwitted, outsmarted and outgunned there is not much I could say in retort.

My guess is that a family friend will soon be in the possession of a ‘nice’ bottle of wine very soon. And I’ll have to bring two really good bottles to make up for my attempts at malfeasance the next time I am home.