“And now I’m the one that gets to brag about how my daughter-in-law is the master of sweet potato pies.” “Daughter-in-law? Ma, we haven’t even gone on a date yet. Don’t you think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself?” “Between the ruckus y’all were making and the way you knocked that lil’ boy on his ass, it seems to me she’s right on track,” Aunt Rose chimed in.
