Future child: Mom, they're playing some marathon of a dumb old TV show on my favorite channel.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. What is it called?
Future child: Criminal Minds or something. It sucks.
Me: *death glare*
Future child:
Me:
Future child:
Me: YOU WERE ADOPTED. LEAVE THIS HOUSE NOW. NEVER COME BACK. YOU'RE NOT GONNA THINK IT SUCKS WHEN REAL PROFILERS HAVE TO COME AND FIGURE OUT WHY YOUR BODY IS AT THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER. AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, YOU'RE GROUNDED FOREVER.