Jeese, Debbie, lay off me.

This guy I'm seeing, nick named "Mr. Smarty Pants", bought me flowers "as a thank you for all the little things [I] do." I know, right? 100 points to him! So the lovely floral bouquet is prominently displayed on the kitchen table.  Here's the conversation with my mom after she's walked by the centerpiece a few times:

Ma: The flowers are nice, where'd you get them?

Me [beaming with joy and in a bubbly voice responds]: From Mr. Smarty Pants!

Ma: So man piece bought you flowers?

Me [180 from the previous description]: Yes, Ma, man piece bought me flowers.

Ma: How nice.

Me [internal thought concludes]: And you wonder why I am reluctant to talk to you about guys, or introduce you to any- and never bring any home to meet you....