Dad: So how were your finals, honey?

Bianca: Not too hard, except for Spanish. I didn’t register for more of it, though . . .

. . . And then we had an end-of-semester party at QPOC. I told you what that stands for, right?

Dad: Mmhmm. You remember not to bring up that stuff around Grammy and Pops, right?

Don’t you use that sparkle trick on me. The answer is still no.

Grammy: So I say to the preacher, Preacher, if you ain’t gonna put in a healthy bit of fire and brimstone once in a while, those young folks ain’t gonna grow up with a proper fear of the Lord in their hearts.

Nephew: Auntie Bee, do you have a boyfriend?