Part of our dinner conversation:
Scott: These biscuits are crunchy. Like you gave me a chocolate chip cookie. It's flat. I'm going to cut myself with the knife while I try to cut it open.
Denise: Are you complaining?
Scott: No, I'm just saying.
Denise: So, these biscuits are crunchy, like you gave me a chocolate chip cookie, it's flat, I'm going to cut myself with the knife while I try to cut it open, is not complaining?
Davis: Wow, I can't believe you can remember all that.
Scott: Uh, you should hear what Granddad has to say about Grandma's memory.
Denise: (smiling like a cheshire cat)