I hate it when my teenagers one up me. It isn't fair. I've never done this before. I don't have any guide or rule book. I didn't when they were little but I was able to snow em' better too!
Last night Brennan brought up a movie he REALLY wants to see. "I know", he says, "why don't you and dad watch the movie with me and when it gets to the bad part which is only like five seconds you can fast forward it".
Thinking I'm all that and more I say, "I know, why don't you eat that piece of moldy bread right there, it only has a little bit of mold on it....the rest is just fine."
To which the native replied, "I do. I just cut out the moldy part and eat the rest. It's perfectly fine."
But but but.......punk! I should've said something more drastic like "what if the piece of bread fell in some dog poop"? AND I DON'T FEED THE NATIVES MOLDY BREAD! We were both trying to make a point.....It's the principal of the matter.....