Me: Look, there’s a scratch on my laptop. I think one of the cats used it as a launching pad. *shows dad the back of the monitor, i.e. the top when it’s closed*
Dad: *scrapes at it, pokes at it*
Me: *watches him poke it, watches the metal of the case give a little under his finger* Don’t do that.
Dad: *pokes it again, checking to see if I’m watching*
Me: You are /so/ too old to give me that look! *giggling helplessly*
Dad: What look?
Me: *laughing harder* The one where I go ‘don’t do the thing!’ and you do the thing, and then look at me like ‘did you see me do the thing?’!