I love my mother for many reasons. I love how she takes logic and loops it and twists it around. When she gets done talking, everything she said makes sense, but you're not sure how she got there. Here is a small example: a short telephone conversation she had with my wife.
Mom: “I’ve been reading Barbara Walters’ memoir. You know, 'Audition.'”
Wife: “Oh yeah. I’ve heard a lot about it. How do you like it?”
Mom: “I don’t like it at all.”
Wife: “Why not?”
Mom: “It’s about Barbara Walters.”