My conversation with the 17 year old while folding laundry.
Michael: You're in my flight zone. Me: What?Michael: Do you know what that means? Me: No. Do I want to? Michael: It means you're in my personal space. Me: Huh? Well, since I own the house you're technically in international air space.
Do you know what that means? Michael: No. Me: It means I will pluck you from the sky without any further warning.