Dinnertime conversation at our house: "Keep eating." "Sit properly in your chair." "Let's not drink anything until you've eaten a bit more." "Sit with your bottom on your chair." "Use your fork, not your fingers." "Bottom: On your chair." "Come on, now. Let's keep eating." "Tush on the chair." "I'm aging."
So, in an effort to lighten the mood, I told Connor and Natalie about a news story that I'd read where cows' flatulence made their barn explode. True story.
I finished the telling, and Natalie looked at me, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Now tell us something that will impress me."