Not canaries

On our walk today my mom delivered several classics that I recorded on my phone, otherwise I'd never remember.

As two women approached us on the path: "We won't tell them that we're not canaries."

When reassuring me that I wasn't in trouble: "You were just messing around with your teeter totters."

When asking her usual question about how my mother is . . . only this time with a little more detail: "What, is your mother wild and snarly?"