[Dinner conversation]
Mom: How was soccer practice?
Alice: I was playing and I had to sit down because someone hurt my foot.
Mom: What happened?
Alice: They kicked a ball in to the boo-boo on my foot.
Dad: [clarifying] The one she got from being run over by the Barbie car.
Mom: No, that foot is the one Poly scratched. The Barbie car got her other foot.
Alice: [patronizingly] That’s right, Daddy.