"Daddy?"
"Yes Duane?"
"You're not supposed to do that."
Taylor looked confused.
"Do what?"
"Stand in front of the fridge with the door open."
"Who said that?"
"What?"
"That we're not supposed to stand in front of the fridge with the door open."
"You did."
"Me? Really?"
"Yes!" Duane replied, nodding.
"Oh." Taylor closed that door. "Don't ya hate it when your kids use your own words against you?"
"Nope."
"Huh?"
"No, I don't hate that 'cause I don't have any kids."
"I was thinking aloud then Duane. I wasn't actually talking to you."
"Then... you were talking to yourself?"
"Well, yeah."
"Uncle Ikey says talking to yourself is the first sign of madness."
"Uncle Ike is always saying stuff like that. Don't listen to him."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why shouldn't I listen to him?"
"Because he's a silly-billy."
"Like you and Uncle Zac?"
"Exactly."
"Does that mean I shouldn't listen to you either?"
"Cheeky. I'm your dad. You have to listen to me no matter how silly I am."
"Ohhh. No fair!"