Two parents and two kids are walking behind me.
Overheard:
Kid: She was really mean to me. She said, ‘You’re nasty.’ So I said, ‘I may be nasty, but you’re nastier than me!’
Mom: Why don’t we just say nice things?
Dad: Well, she was pretty mean first…
Kid: Then she said, ‘You’re trash!” So I said, ‘I may be trash, but you’re trashier than me!’
Mom: Come on, why don’t you just say kind things, and leave it at that?
Pause
Kid: You’re lovely, but I’m lovelier than you!
Both kids snicker.
— Renee Roederer recounts
Smuggling Grace 