Mum: Come on, get up, get out of the spa. We’re going to pose for a family portrait.
Mum: Yes, your uncle brought his camera and I can’t remember the last time we all had a photo together.
Me: I don’t want to do that.
Mum: Just shut up and get out. It’s Christmas and we’re going to look happy.
Me: But I’ve had, like, eight beers.
Mum: Well at least you’ll be smiling.