I can remember the first time I opened my mouth and my mother's voice came out. I was saying things to my daughter that I SWORE I'd never say.....not bad things, mind you, but the usual mother stuff. i.e.:
We'd say: "THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!" She'd say: "Of course it's not fair, it's life!"
We'd say: "I HATE YOU!!!" (well, my younger sisters said that, I wouldn't have dared). She'd say: "I'm not running a popularity contest here!"
We'd say: "I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY MOTHER!!! (once again, I wouldn't have gotten by with that). She'd say: "It's not an elected position. You don't get a choice in the matter."
So, what do I do? I say all the same things....many years later. Mirror, mirror on the wall....I am my mother, after all.