Conversation after recital:

We walk out of Kirkland.:
Me: Wow, it got hot. It's all warm and sticky.
Shanan: You're mom is warm and sticky.
Me: You're gross.
Shanan: You mixed up my words I was talking about how you're mom cooks.
Me: No you didn't.
Shanan: You're a pervert.
Me: You're dad's warm and sticky.