ME: Get upstairs and clean your room, please.
ME: It wasn't a debate. It's an order. From the General.
BUG: Who's the General?
BUG: I have to wait until this is over.
ME: Uh, no. Now.
BUG: But I'm watching this. It's education.
ME: It's Castle. GET!
BUG: [scooting up the stairs and calling down to The Mother] I'm sure the makers of Castle will not appreciate you.
ME: I'm sure I don't care. And I don't want you molded into some cop brain.
BUG: So. You're one.
BUG: So there.
ME: Last word. GIT!
BUG: Why do you always get the last word?
ME: Because I can't get you to be quiet without beating you into submission. And because I'm The Mother.
ME: So there.
BUG: Real mature, Mom.
ME: [whispering] Last word!
BUG: I heard you!
ME: Get to cleaning!
We are so mature. And Motherhood is ineffective against sassy teenagers, but I got the last word, dammit. I create my own monster.