Setting: Rival town at a fifties style diner. It was a Friday night. Translation: Football night in small town Oklahoma!
Bookworm: Mom! I accidentally wore my "N" shirt tonight!
Me: Don't worry about it. Nobody cares.
Bookworm: Mooooom! That girl over their is wearing a lions shirt! And I'm wearing my "N" shirt!
Me: What, are you afraid you're about to have a rumble right here in the diner?
Bookworm: Naaah...I just want to throw her on the rocks and make her bleed.
WHAT!?!? You could have picked our chins up off the floor. Then we died laughing.
I have no idea where she gets her violent tendencies from...I'm blaming her dad's side of the family.