My bad habits are rubbing off on my mother. Well, sort of.

I have a tendency to say that things "taste like butt" or "look like butt." Especially my hair. My mom Hates (yes, with a capital H) when I say that. But this is what she told me this morning: "I have to put curlers in my hair or else it looks like [pause] tush." My mom still cannot bring herself to use the "B" word.