Why my mom and I don’t communicate well

A conversation with a friend of mine reminded me of this conversation between me and my mom:

Mom: Son I’m cooking fish tonight. Do you like fish?

Me: No mom. I hate fish.

Mom: I got this salmon from the market, very fresh. I’ll make some tonite.

Me: I said i HATE fish. I’ve hated fish since childhood.

Mom: Ok…. so, salmon or tilapia?

Me: I said NO FISH.

Mom: But salmon is better than fish.

Me: Huh? Salmon IS fish.

Mom: That’s nice.

< 10 minutes later at dinner table >

Me: Mom, there’s fish in my soup.

Mom: Yes, you said you wanted salmon.

I love my mom.

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