Me: (trash talking about someone I shouldn't be talking about.)
Mom: Shhh. Hush, girl.
Me: Shut yo lips.
Me and Mom (simultaneously): Do the Helen Keller and talk witch yo hips.
...seconds later...
Mom: What is the "Helen Keller," and why am I singing that song?


I'm not sure what's worse: the fact that my Mom knows the words to this song or the fact that we sang it together, without skipping a beat.