"She whipped round on me and said, 'You little rat.'
'Mother should know,' I told her.
'You're too big for your boots,' she said.
'Shoes,' I told her.
In and out she breathed. 'You've too much spending money, that's your trouble!'
'That's just what's not my trouble, Ma.'
'All you teenagers have.'
I said, 'I'm really getting tired of hearing this. All right, we kids have got too much loot to spend! Well, please tell me what you propose to do about it.'
'All that money,' she said, looking at me as if I had pound notes falling out of my ears and she could snatch them, 'and you're only minors! With no responsibilities to need all that spending money for.'
'Listen to me, I said. 'Who made us minors?'
'You made us minors with your parliamentary whatsits,' I told her, patiently. 'You thought, "That'll keep the little bastards in their places, no legal rights, and so on," and you made us minors. Righty-o. That also freed us from responsibility, didn't it? Because how can you be responsible if you haven't any rights?"
Say something, Ma.