Here's a typical conversation at the family dinner table (which happens at least once a week, sometimes more if we're lucky):
Kristin: "Rachel, tell me something fabulous about your day." And yes, I use words like fabulous.
Rachel: "Well, today, my Algebra teacher got all mad at the 8th graders in our class for making paper airplanes..."
Andy (interrupting): "Oh yeah? Do you want some pizza?" There's no pizza.
Kevin: "Andy, listen to Rachel."
Andy: "Well, did you know that I'm a tiger ninja?"
Kristin: "Andy, stop. Rachel, go on."
Rachel: "We've never seen him mad before, but I figured it would be those kids that would finally make him blow."
Andy: "Oh yeah? Do you want to see my super tiger ninja skills?"
Rachel: "No."
Andy: "Yeah, well, I'm more super than you."
Rachel: "No, you're not."
Andy: "Yes, I am. You are disgusting pits." No idea where that came from.
Rachel: "You're disgusting pits. Now be quiet."
Kristin: "Andy, put some food in your mouth."
Andy: "I am."
Kevin: "If there was food in your mouth, you wouldn't be talking right now."
Andy: "Yeah, well, did you know I'm a tiger ninja?" And it goes on and on and on.
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