(Theo and one of his racing friends, who my family has known his family for 50+ years and he's like another grandson to my grandparent, stayed the night last night)

Me: *watching the Woman's Triathlon on the Olympics*

Friend: *walks out from shower wearing only shorts and holding his shirt* *plops in a recliner* Who won?

Me: No one yet. They're running now- *looks at him* Dude, can you put your shirt on?

Friend: Nope! *pops the "p"*

Me: Putcher shirt on!

Friend: *slings his shirt at me* You're not my mom!

Me: Do- *takes shirt* Fuck it, this is my shirt now.

Friend: What?! Gimme my shirt!!

Me: Nope!

Friend: GIMME!!

Me: You're not my dad.

Friend: Mrs. *****, she won't give me my shirt back!!

Grandmom: *playing Solitare on her computer* You should've put it on in the first place.

Friend: I was wet!!!

Me: *Lenny face*

Friend: Don't do the Lenny face!!