Me: “Why isn’t this remote working?” (shakes it)
Caolinn: “It’s because it’s old…like you.”
Me: (glare) “Watch it.”
Caolinn: “Watch what? Your hair turn gray?”
Me: “I’m going to shave you when you sleep.”
Caolinn: “You can’t…you’re like 280 in dog years, so you need your rest.”
Me: “Keep digging that grave.”
Caolinn: “Which one?” (smirks)