Last night, close to midnight, I was trying to get Mom into the bathroom as part of the going to bed routine. (Mom, you have to go to bed because I'm tired doesn't work with her!) Finally, she's in the bathroom standing in front of the toilet, and throws something in it.
A small wad of alpaca fiber. Son of a bitch. I thought I had mumbled it quietly, as I was fishing the fiber from the toilet, but apparently not. Quite seriously, and innocently, Mom asks,"What kind of bitch?"