Conversations with my mom can be very amusing. Mostly for her and the general public. For me though, it usually serves as a reason to proceed forth in the quest for a wall that I can bang my head against, repeatedly.
Here is something that transpired between me and my racist mother -
Mom: So that's why she's here?
Me: Haan. She was only--
Mom: What is that sound you keep making with your nose?
Me: Huh? WHAT? What sound?
Mom: You know, the one you just made. [Proceeds to make the sound of a donkey with nasal problems]
Me : Ayyooo! Ma! That wasn't a noise. I said 'Haan', It means 'Yes' in Hindi.
Mom: Oh. It sounded like a Hindi snort. I don't like it.