Your bf went with me to get a coffee treat. She was determined to observe the barista making my drink.
“Mom,” she gave me a disapproving look. “That guy is putting nasty stuff in your coffee. Everyone knows you need peanut butter and meat to make anything yummy.”

Your bf met the tiniest chihuahuas wrapped up in pink puffer coats. They sang a vibrating song of deep dislike as they were rushed on by. She was charmed to meet such aggressive kidney beans.

Your bf has decided it’s better to walk off my cramping pains than languish on the couch. Her solution? Have explosive diarrhea in the apartment.
Long walk achieved.

Your bf decided she had enough of me taking pictures of the frost. She stomped on the leaf I was trying to photograph.