Getting schooled by... my mother

As I was walking back to my apartment today, I called my mother, who subsequently forgot my name and kept referring to me by my sisters' names. This is the conversation, roughly translated, that ensued:

Mom: You know what? I can call you whatever I want. You're my daughter. I decide what your name is. I am the authority figure who presides over you.
Me: Mom, please. Only Uncle Sam has authority over me. AND YOU CAN'T CALL ME SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T REMEMBER MINE!
Mom: Uncle Sam? Haha, honey, have you ever heard anyone say 'Hey, who do you think you are? You're not my Uncle Sam!'? Of course not. It's always 'Hey, who do you think you are? You're not my *mother*!'. See, this is why you don't have a law degree yet. Just keep studying, and maybe one day you'll learn how to argue better.

#motherknowsbest