So I'm at my mom's yesterday to gorge myself on all things yummy (two words: Candied. Yams. Omg) and during the prep work slicing, dicing, and stirring, my mom and I are talking about my brother and new fiancée (they were officially engaged in October but have been together forever) and wedding plans etc. After a bit our conversation goes as follows:

Mom: Do you think T and K will want kids?

Me: Nah, they have the puppers.

Mom: True, they are great granddogs. But you don't think kids are going to be a thing?

Me: Not even a little. They'd rather take trips and he'd much rather buy the latest and greatest 3D printer. They're not even asking for anything for wedding gifts expect donations for a new house, they have 2 of almost everything they need. Plus, T will go completely bald instead of just having a receding hairline.

Mom: What about you?

Me: ...have you met me? (Note at this point I'd already cut myself twice and nearly doused one said granddog with hot gravy. Very nimble for 28, I'll say)

Mom: ...oh yeah. Stick to cats. That's your thing.

We then went on to discuss the possibilities of pet footie pajamas. She's a lovely lady, my mom, and only needs occasional correction to get back on track. Yay mom!