My oldest son glared at me, "Mom, we've been out of Lysol for a month (I don't usually buy stuff like that, but when my daughter had the flu, I had gotten a pack at Costco) and you never bought more."
He stormed up the stairs, giving me the evil eye the whole way. "What was wrong with him?" I asked my daughter.
My daughter, trying, quite unsuccessfully to stop giggling, answered, "you hurt his feelings Mom. You were smelling his cologne."
My 7 year old punches my arm and calls out, "punch buggy white, no punch back!"
"No," I replied. "First, that is silver, not white. Second, THAT is a Porsche."
"Okay, punch buggy silver Porsche, no punch back!"
Perhaps I should have told the kid what a Porsche was, huh?