"I don't think—"
"Don't tell me we're out of propane!"
"I'm dying for it. Please?"
"It's not really—"
"Fine! I'll just light the grill myself."
"Um, Chuck? Where is the grill? Chuck?"
I wish I could lie and say that everything's been peachy since we had our family-wide meltdown . It's been better, but it's also...