Mom: “I told my friends you don’t want to live an ordinary life…I told them you were…abnormal?”
Me: “Abnormal?”
Mom [laughing]: “Isn’t that the opposite of normal and ordinary?”
Me: “Extraordinary, a life less ordinary…not abnormal.”
Mom: “Oh, I told them my son wants to be abnormal.” [all of us dying from laughter in the car]

I guess the description isn’t really too far off, all things considered. But then one could argue the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and my mom is surely one of a kind.