Sittin around in a pizza joint with my sister and her kids, and my niece examines her piece of pizza sagging pathetically in the air for a few seconds before flinging it down on the table and scowling. "I don't like pizza," she whines.
"What chapter is that in your book?" I asked her, "You know, I Don't Like Rollerskating?"
"When is your book coming out?" was her response.
"Your I Don't Have a Boyfriend book."
Oh touché, little one. You have learned from the master.