"Grandpa, tell us a story!"

"Urp.  Johnny, stop hitting Miranda with that!  What even is that thing, anyway?  Some sort of foam cross?"

"No, Grandpa, it's a Minecraft sword!"

"Minecraft?  You kids and your TV games.  Whatever it is, stop hitting Miranda with it.  Give it here.  Let's see.  Ugh, this is the sort of toys they give you?  No wonder everyone's declaiming your generation as lazy."

"Wot's declamming?"

"Nothing, angel.  Okay, get into bed, and I'll tell you a story.  Come on, tuck in the covers.  There you go.  Now, what do you want to hear about in a story?"

"I just don't like her!"

"So what, you just don't like her?  There's no reason why?"

"No, there's a reason.  I mean, I have a reason for not liking her!  I'm not just some sort of psychopath that goes around not liking people for no reason."

"Evidently."

"Gimme a chance, man!"

"Okay, fine.  Why don't you like her?"