Mom and I are on the Same Page, Apparently

So, we’re in the bathroom this morning, talking, my mom and I, and she is sharing with me some horror story about the childhood of my poor dead cousin, which she half wants to get into and half does not (because this is the trip of keeping things from B. that I don’t actually want to hear anyway). And finally she says, “Don’t get me wrong, I love you kids. But I kind of wonder if people like us should have had kids at all.”