I was in the kitchen getting the FYG’s lunch for her, and was muttering quietly about this and that (don’t forget the napkin, I wonder if she needs more water? etc).
Boy: Mom? Why are you whispering when it’s just you and me in the kitchen?
Me: I was talking to myself. Why are you listening?
Boy: Because I haven’t listened to you in the past and that did not go well for me.