I was grilling lunch when Dozier brought me a beer in my favorite can koozie.
Dozier: “Mom, it’s pretty amazing the way you’re such a master of the grill. Most ladies stick to ovens and microwaves.”
Me: “It’s Saturday, Dozier, not 1950.”
Dozier: “Think what you want; I don’t know any other ladies that grill.”
Me: “Considering how large your group of lady friends is, sure, make a completely sexist assumption.”