Little e: Momma, when are you going to retire?
h.: Retire? Honey I don't think I'll ever retire.
Little e: Momma!
h.: Little e, my job is being your Momma and taking care of Dadda. I'll always be your Momma. How can I retire?
Little e: Hmph. (with eye roll.)
h.: What do you think my job is?
Little e: You sew. (with added "Mom's are so dense" attitude.)
h.: Oh.