My mother is operating under the notion that I am developementally impaired. Examples you say?
If son gets sick, she wants to know if I gave him any medicine. Why no Mom, I thought I'd let him hack himself to death.
If hubby's sugar gets low, did I do anything to help take care of him? Gee Mom, he's so much more docile in the diabetic coma....
If I have a test, she asks if I studied. No, I get A's because I pay off my teachers.
If I am going to drive anywhere, she reminds me to buckle up. Hello???
If I'm buying fruit, she asks if I checked it for freshness. But the rotten is so much easier to chew and has that handy laxative effect.
There's a million more. She's finally starting to cotton on that it's annoying, I think it's just habit at this point.