I guess I'll do the first time my now famous line was uttered - about me - by my child.
We were riding up Pacific Coast Highway in my brother's new red metallic corvette. My son was three, riding in the passenger seat, my brother of course was driving. I was in the backseat. What? You think there isn't a "backseat" in a vette? You are right. But that's where I was. Bill (DB) was talking to Joey (DS) as if he was a grown man. It was cute, listening to him answer questions about the car. Well both my brother and my son have bad allergies . All of a sudden my brother sneezed. He put his hand back behind the driver's seat and said "Sher, how 'bout a tissue?"
My son touched his hand lightly and moved it forward, and stared at him and said the now favorite family line, "She's not that kind of mother." My brother laughed so hard. Joey continued and said "If you need stuff like that you have to bring your own."
So whenever I'm asked to do anything - or was from that day forward - my family would say "Hey Joey, she's not that kind of mother..."