When I came home today, my mom told me something.

I said, "Mom, I don't think that's quite right?"

She said, "Are you talking back to me?"

I said, "How is it talking back if I say one thing and you say another?"

She said, "Are your wings getting too hard?"

I tried to discuss something with my mom, and she said I was talking back.

I tried to explain logic to her, and she talked about my wings.

Everyone else cares about how high I fly, but only my mom cares about how hard my wings are.