On bedtime stories.

• Me: You know, you never read me any bedtime stories growing up.
• Mum: I know.
• Me: It makes me sad. I wish you had.
• Mum: Are you kidding?
• Me: No, why? What do you mean?
• Mum: I used to try and read to you, or make up stories when you were younger.
• Me: So what happened?
• Mum: You wouldn't let me! You said you could do it better. And when you were old enough to read, all you wanted was to be left alone in bed for an hour before bedtime to read.