[Dinner conversation]
Dad: And last year, Charles’ entire class was attacked and eaten by bears.
Alice: No they weren’t!
Dad: Oh yes, it was a big news story.
Alice: But Charles is right here!
Dad: Oh, that’s just zombie Charles.
Alice: [to Charles] Dad is just trying to fool us! You’re not really a zombie.
[Dinner time again]
Dad: I think I want some cookie dough. [Grabs Alice’s thigh]
Alice: I don’t have any cookie dough in there!
Dad: Yes you do,
Alice: So do you.
Dad: No, my thighs are filled with sand.
Alice: So are mine.
Dad: No, because girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice.
Alice: No I am not! I am mean to Corwin all the time.