This morning, Connor was putting his lunch... bits? containers? food stuffs?... into his lunchbox. "And to think," he said, "that I only have this *indicates lunchbox* because of cheating."
I gave him a glare. "At bible camp." Yes, bible camp. I know. Long, boring story, don't ask.
"Yeah," he said, then he smirked. "I'm going to hell." And off he flounced.
I? Stood there with my mouth hanging open. There's not much of a response for that- mostly because I'm sure he got the attitude (and, yes, okay, the phrase, too) from me.