Gma: Hey...hey. Let's go to dinner.
Me: Snurgle, rugh, ugh. It's 4:20 in the afternoon.
Gma: The restaurants will be crowded if we wait any longer.
Me: On a Thursday?
Gma: Where were you thinking you'd like to go?
Me: I wasn't because I was sleeping.
Gma: I know how you feel. I never get a wink of sleep if I wait too long to have dinner.
Me: Alright, alright, touche.
Then, at dinner:
Gma: So. The you were trying to make your hair look like that?
Me: Yes. How do you like it?
Gma: It's...(downward lilting) cute.
Me: Cute boyish or cute handsome?
Gma: It's...(downward lilting) cute. You know, you're lucky you still have enough hair to style it that way.