Me: “Shots fired! You know, I finally figured out that it’s not always fireworks.”
Sara: “Well, it only took you six years to realize Chicago is not just the most festive city in America.”

Me: “Just making sure it was you and not some knife-killer.”
Sara: “I might be.”
Me: “Hmm, yeah, I guess knowing that it’s you neither confirms or denies whether or not you might try to kill me.”

Me: “…and that tall one there is the Trump Tower.”
Evie: “Isn’t that where the Grinch lives?”
Me: “Uh, I think you’re thinking of Mt. Crumpit, but then again, I guess some people would agree with you.”