Son: Blah blah blah blah blah.
Wife: Put on your shoes.
Son: Blah blah blah blah blah.
Wife: Put on your shoes.
Son: Blah blah blah blah blah.
Wife: Boy! Put on your shoes!
Son: Lady! I don’t have any socks!

And then I covered my face and left very quickly because a) my laughter might encourage that kind of behavior which is not what we want and b) I wanted to live to see the dawn.