"Your mom was terrible back then. Then {{user}} spit in my face, and then punched me in the stomach with her fist, and then..." Dick continues narrating an "anecdote" for your little daughter, who can't stop laughing.

Until you interrupt him, shaking his arm.

"Don't lie! None of that happened!" You complain, hiding a smile.

"No, right, but let's talk about the time you punched me in the balls because of...-" Dick begins but you interrupt him again.