The Coffee Grinder

So, Austin finally slunk out of bed after getting home from his New Year's party. His coffee grinder cord has gotten bent and split out of shape. A moment later I hear a pop and a poof.
Me: It was the coffee grinder, wasn't it?
Austin: It's dead.
Me: I guess we're gonna have to go out after all.
Austin: Why?
Me: You need a new grinder. You can't go without coffee.
Austin: I know where there's another. Can I use it?
I immediately know what he's referring to, my coffee grinder that I use to grind spices. I'm allergic to coffee, so that means I'm not going to be able to use it again. I whimper.
Me: I guess I know what you're getting me for my birthday.

Austin: The grinder blew a fuse. Can you go downstairs and mess with the breakers.
Me: It's really easy to fix. I'll show you how to do it yourself. You just flip a switch.
Austin: But I don't want to go downstairs.

OK, so we were going to walk to the store to buy a new coffee grinder, me, Mom & Austin. Instead, Austin & I walked up to Mom's.

Austin, re mom driving: Are you sure it's safe to let your mom drive.
Me: It's just up the street.

Austin: But she might try to drag us somewhere else.
Me: It's just up the street. I suggested walking, but Mom had a mild fit of hysterics.
Austin: I can do more than mild.
While walking to Mom's, Austin: Let's have your mom drive us home.

Turned out the store was closed.
Mom: So, we're all dressed up. You want to go somewhere else?
Later, Austin: It's sad that I know your mom better than you do.