Scene: Last night, after dinner.
Me: A, which part of "you're not allowed to pick up the kittens" did you not understand?
A [without missing a beat]: The middle part.
T: She's got you there.
Which, yes. Boy, the teenage years are going to be hell, aren't they?
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