At the dinner table, conversation the first:
Liz: Daddy makes the best spaghetti sauce in the whole world.
Martin: I don’t think so. I like the sauce they have in the cafeteria at school.
Liz: No way, josé! I’ve eaten WAY more spaghetti sauces than you and daddy’s is definitely the best.
Martin: I’m allowed to think differently.
At the dinner table, conversation the second:
Karin: Daddy is not the best!
Liz: *indignantly* He is, too!
Anders: *raises eyebrows, looks at Karin*
Liz: Who’s the best, then?
Martin: *pause* Lena Philipsson
*It hurts