What are you, my mother?

Due to a late one last night, I offered to drive 'Salina to school. Again we forgot to take the Quick Chess set to school.

"I should write myself a note," I said.
"You should write it on your hand," she said.
"I should write it on the mirror," I said.
"You should write it on your computer," she said. "You spend all your time on there. You should call it your mother."

Touche. And ouch.