Talking to Mom

Me: Hey Mom, did you get my birthday present yet?
Mom: Not yet.
Me: Can I put in a request?
Mom: Wait! I have to get a pen and paper!
(Waiting)
Mom: Okay, what do you want?
Me: Rollerskates
(Silence)
Me: Hello?
Mom: Rollerskates?
Me: Yes, Sketchers ones.
Mom: Why, so you can go to Central Park and almost kill yourself like you did with your rollerblades?
Me: That's because I can't rollerblade, Mom.
Mom: (Audible sigh)
Me: There are a bunch of different colors. I want the ones with the pink glitter wheels.
Mom: Of course you do. 30 years old and everything still has to be pink glitter.
Me: Mom, I'm 28.
Mom: Close enough.