I go to my mother and hear her complaining.
"I need cookies, toilet paper, new utensils, new shoes... oh, and the roof is busted, needs fixing! My chair too, and the washing machine as well. You need to take my puppy for a walk and get me a new bowl, fix the TV, and put me to bed where I'll probably sleep for 16 hours."
"Jeez, Mom, Mick Jagger is your age and he's jumping around like crazy on stage."
"He's on drugs."