Regarding a broken garden hoe, which, for the second time, had become detached from it’s handle.
Me: I fixed your hoe.
Mom: It’ll just break again.
Me: I don’t think so. Last time I fixed it, it was fine for three weeks. And after I smooshed it back together, I went out and hoed around a little.
Mom: You’re such a little hoer.
Whiskey … hoer … maybe your mom doesn’t like you.
@ModernGal: I’ve wondered … Especially during/after road trips like this one.