K:  Do you think I am a baby-making factory?
D:  No, I think you are a smallish boutique-style manufacturing company that focuses on quality rather than quantity.


K:  Do you have something to say to me?
D:  (with that look of fear starting to cross his face)  Do I have something to say to you?
K:  Do you have something to say to me?
D:  Should I have something to say to you? (with fear that is now palpable)
K:  Do. You. Have. Something. To. Say. To. Me?
D:  Am I sorry for something?  Sorry???  I'm sorry for something, right?


As The Boy walked by the couch and got into his Little Tikes car with my keys, $6 he had stolen from my wallet and my debit card...

D:  It didn't take him long to figure out what he needs before he goes.