Scene: The Dollar General, somewhere between the laundry detergent and pet food
The Mrs.: (walking swiftly between aisles, scanning furiously for plain glass containers and/or loose craft beads while half listening to her daughters trailing behind)
Shortcake: (retelling stories of the day's events) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Punkin: (competing with her sister at a louder volume while retelling stories of her own day's events) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!
The Mrs.: Mmmhmm. Oh, yeah? Hmm, that's interesting.
Punkin: Mom. Hey, mom! Mom, guess what? The nuhse came into ouw woom today to check everyone's hay-uh!
The Mrs.: (slight pause, then browsing continues) Really? Everyone got checked today?
Shortcake: Why did she do that? I bet it was for head lice.
Punkin: (realizes I'm more than two feet away, increases voice volume by at least 25 dB to compensate) Yeah, I think so. And mom. Hey, mom. Guess what? Guess who had the head lice? It was ME!
*imagine record scratching sound here*
The Mrs.: (looks around frantically for nearby patrons who may have overheard this bold announcement) No you do not. You do not have head lice. Do not even say that.
Punkin: Yeah, I know. I was just being funny.
(She's like a chameleon, able to transform herself to match whatever her surroundings may be.)