My Mom is a Dork.

"I'm not finished with Christmas shopping yet, oh no! How far along are you?"
I'm done.
"Really?!" *leans in* "What did you get me?"
I can't tell you that.
"Why not?!"
It's a secret.
"Will you tell me?"
Did you really think that just by asking, I'd cave and tell you?
"Sure!"
So you're saying that if I asked you what you got me, you'd tell me?
"I'd at least give you a very good hint."
The answer is no.
*pause* "So did you get me workout clothes or winter gear?"
Neither.
"Neither?!"
Mother, face it, I'm smarter than you. I'm not going to tell.
"Hmmph!"
Sigh...