Yesterday, to my endless amusement (that was, after my endless annoyance wore off), upon coming home from a walk, I heard:
“Do you know what time it is?”
(My answer was very polite: “Yes, Mother, it’s 7.30.”)
However, when I texted Abel with the story, he gave me an idea for a better answer:
“Do you know what age I am?”
This is so perfect that I don’t know if I can resist throwing the line back at him in some future scene. Except, I can only imagine how much the consequences would hurt… Ouch.
It’s so tempting, though. So very tempting. I’m definitely filing it away. Thanks, darling 
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it!
I still haven’t tried the “lousy with regret” line. But I definitely find myself harbouring cheekier thoughts than in the past (I think it comes with comfortableness in a relationship), and I’ve told him that one day he’s going to tell me to do something… and I’m just going to end up saying no, just because I feel like it.
So I shall also store this line away for future use!
(He likes the idea, *a lot*, but we’ve agreed I’ll only do it when it’s natural.)
(And possibly use on my own mother when I go home this weekend too – although seeing as my going out on my own is to go back to school for the afternoon, I’m hardly encouraging her to see me as an adult, am I? :))
Answer: “Not too old to be put over my knee, young lady.”
Lol – Mothers!
I love the “not too old to be put over my knee, young lady” line, sadly most people who say it to me wouldn’t actually do it… there should be a law against raising my hopes and then not acting upon it!
Reminds me of how annoyed I used to get when I was at home in Atlanta for Christmas from much colder places, and my mother would fuss at me to wear a coat. Finally, she gave up, remarking that it was my ass, and if I wanted to freeze it off, it was my problem. Come to think of it, that warning should have worked–imagine being kinky with no bottom! *shudders*
I concur with Nic…do it do it do it! (I have tried the lousy with regret line and it hurt…though I think the giggles may have given away that I wasn’t)