Today, I was putting clothes into the washer, and Maynard came up to me and said politely...
"What the hell are you doing, Mom?"
I was a bit surprised, but I remained calm...
"Boy, Son, maybe you should ask me a different way."
So he said, without missing a beat:
"Excuse me, Mom. What the hell are you doing?"
I am going to chuckle about that all day long!