Me: What, no comeback?
Boy, while driving five miles under the speed limit: No, because you’re right.
Me: Oh yeah?
Boy: At least more right than I am. Any argument I make now wouldn’t be based on fact. I could say that vegetables have feelings…
Me: Then you’d be arguing that no one should eat anything.
—The end of a very silly discussion about whether or not it’s wrong to wear fur. I won.