She threw her hands up as if everything should have been obvious.

“She’s… a monster! A real monster!” she complained. “She won’t let me watch TV, she won’t let me eat chocolate, and she keeps making me clean my room!”

I turned my head away, because I was about to burst out laughing.

“I see…” I said slowly, trying to keep a straight face. “Alright. Let’s suppose so. And where are you going to live then?”

“Far away from your wife!” she declared proudly.

“Mhm, interesting. And more specifically?”

“At Grandma’s!” she announced like a champion. “Grandma lets me watch cartoons and always gives me chocolate!”