S: Momma, could you go hang out in your room?

Me: (indignantly) Pardon me?

S: I just want to hang out by myself for awhile. I still love you.

M: … Ok. I could use a little alone time, myself.

S: Thanks, momma. I’ll come and get you in a little bit to hang out.

(I’m standing there, staring at her) 

S: (impatiently) Momma … Bye! (dismissively shoos me with her hand)