Wherefore art thou, Carrie Bradshaw?

To give you an idea of the kind of snappy patter my family is known for, here follows an actual exchange that occurred between my mother and sister over the holidays. To fully appreciate this, you should know that I was born with a small, strawberry-shaped mark on my hip, while my sister had a larger, peanut-shaped mark on her side, beneath her arm.

Mom: Honey, do you still have your strawberry?
Sister: (awkward silence) ...Uh, Mom, I thought we had this conversation already.
Mom: No, honey, that's your CHERRY.

It was like Sex and the City, but without the annoying, pun-happy voiceovers.