Dedicated to my own wonderful mother. We actually don't argue that much, but yes, we sound exactly like this when we do :)
(And since the finale never solved the question of who Toph ends up with, feel free to use your imagination!)
"I'm not wearing them!"
"Yes, you are."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No. I will step into a dress and fix my hair and occasionally wash my hands, but I draw the line at shoes."
Dad looked at me pleadingly, begging for backup.
"Mom, have some common sense! The South Pole is made entirely of ice. You won't be able to see a thing, shoes or no."
She stood her ground, fists clenched.
"And it's really cold there. All the time. It'll be hard to earthbend back home missing some toes."
Dad raised his eyebrows expectantly and held out the shoes.
"Dear, please? Think of it this way: if you wear the shoes, you'll save my back from carrying you across the South Pole when you complain your feet are too numb to walk."
The corner of Mom's mouth twitched. "Well, I guess I can spare you the trouble." She sighed and took the shoes, shoving her feet into them and stretching experimentally. Dad smiled at me and we bumped fists behind our backs.
"Now that my feet are imprisoned in these torturous things, let's finish packing." Mom ran her hands over my things, determining each item of clothing by its shape. "Wait a minute…young lady, where is that dress I put in here?"
"But Mom, I don't wanna wear it!"
"Is it itchy?"
"No, but—"
"Does it fit?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then you're wearing it."
"I'm not!"
"Yes, you are."
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," Dad muttered.
"I heard that!"