What mother says.

A few days ago, I was holding on the hair dryer when I pulled too hard on the wire;
the plug head flew off the socket and hit me right in the shin, giving me an immediate bruise.

"Owww! Mum! The plug flew at me and hit me in the shin!" I say.

Now, one would normally expect a mother to offer some words of comfort.
A stroke on the head maybe, a warm beverage perhaps.
In hearing what I say, mum looks at the bruise and puts her arm around me. She then laughs and says,

"Ah! I brought the right daughter home. Apple hasn't fallen too far from the tree!"

Oh mother!