So we were having one of those melodramatic, pre-teen, “everything is horrible, my life is over, you have ruined it, and I will never come out of my room again” type breakdowns.
During which we had the following exchange:
Dawson: “You guys just want to make my life miserable!!”
Dad: “Dawson, you have not even tasted miserable.”
Dawson: “Oh yes I have. I’ve drank a whole glass of miserable!”
(insert Mommy hiding her face in the pillow to hide laughter)