infuriating conversations with my mother:
Me: Here’s my gift for the grab bag.
Mom: Okay, put it under the tree.
Me: *leaves to go into living room*
Mom: WAIT, is it for a guy or a girl?
Me: … I don’t see how that matters.
Mom: Oh, so it’s for anyone.
Me: All the gifts are for anyone.
Mom: But girls are supposed to buy for girls and guys are supposed to buy for guys.
Me: That’s all arbitrary.
Mom: No, it’s not, my gift is really girly.
Me: That doesn’t mean none of the men will want it.
Mom: *laughing* No, I definitely think it’s a girl’s gift.
Me: I don’t think you can assume that.
Mom: Well, just put yours under the tree and we’ll sort them out when we do it.