At the Mexican restaurant, after I cut up Archer's quesadilla into four somewhat ragged pieces:
Archer: (quietly accusatory) Dad doos [does] a good job cutting up.
Me: (masochistically) What kind of job did I do?
Archer: (magnanimously) You can do better next time.
*Also because I will be forced to start writing actual entries again, instead of just Kid Updates. However, please see actual entry written during Sundance for counterpoint.