Momma mia

My mother as I walked out of her house yesterday to drive somewhere in her car:

"Do you have your license on you?"

I nod and ignore the impulse to sarcastically point out I'm 46.

"Can you drive in those heels?"

I nod and ignore the impulse to sarcastically point out I'm 46.

Then, as I'm getting ready to back out of the driveway, the garage door opens and she appears:

"There's a mixed tape on the passenger seat I thought you'd like."

Now that's love.