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]