R.I.P. "Fun"

Every now and then, it's good to have affirmation that I am not the only mom in the world who sometimes rains on her kids' parades. For example:

I was on the phone with my sister-in-law, Marguerite, when I heard some kind of fracas in the background (which is not an uncommon occurrence for either one of us -- especially when we are on the phone). I couldn't tell what the problem was, but I did hear her send my nephew up to his room, with him responding, "You're no fun!"

She didn't miss a beat when she replied, "Oh, yeah? Well I am where fun comes to die."