Here we all are. I don't know where my kids learned the sarcasm.
Me: (to my three children) You guys are pigs! Look at this place, you never pick anything up, there's stuff all over the floor. You only pick things up if I tell you to. What if I died tomorrow? Is this how the house would look all the time?
Atticus (13 year old son): Well, we'd probably pick up for the funeral.
Jeff: Hey Lilly, I forget, are you in the third or fourth grade this year? Lilly: (rolling her eyes) I'm in the fourth grade. (Pause) Hey Dad, I forget, are you an insurance broker or a veterinarian?