I spotted Mom reading on her bed and started jumping on it like I did when I was little...

Mom: "What do you want?" (out of petulant annoyance)

(Stops jumping.)

Ryan: "Nothing."

(I lie down on the other side of the bed.)

Mom: puts the Bible down onto her lap, turning her head towards me "You just want to bug me."

Ryan: (smirks) "You're the reason for living in a sense. Isn't that nice?"