My mommy loves me

The following is a converstaion, recorded verbatim, which took place less than five minutes ago:

Mom: I'm walking home tonight. Will you take my big, black bag with you in the car so I don't have to carry it?

Me: Really? Can I? That's just the reason to live I've been looking for! Yay!

Mom (hugging me): *snort* You're sweet. Thanks, honey.

Me: Thank god for humor, or I'd shoot myself.

Mom: We all would. Shoot you, I mean.

I feel the love.