Anna is in the kitchen making her lunch. I am in the kitchen as well.
Anna [gets block of cheese out of the refrigerator]: Can you help me cut a few pieces of this?
Me [giggling]: So, you want me to … CUT THE CHEESE?!
Anna [looks at me with utter disdain]
Anna: God, you are such a troll, dad.
Me: [more giggles, bordering on cackles]