The phone rang as I was in my bedroom folding and putting away clean laundry.
"Do you know it's snowing?"
"As a matter of fact, I had noticed that."
"You know, if you had picked me up last night, you could have avoided all of this."
"I didn't want to pick you up last night. I'll pick you up today."
"That's my mom. Stubborn."
"When will you come get me?"
"At this point, I plan to pick you up after supper."
"Okay. I'll see you after dinner. I need to finish cleaning my room. It's looking better. I just need to sweep and mop the floor."
No begging, no whining. Willing acceptance of my boundaries. A good conversation.