Henry (leaning on my bed): So, I totally hate my teacher.
Me: What? No you don't, Bud. She's nice. You're just saying that because you heard someone else say it.
Henry: No, I do.
Me: Nuh-uh. Really? You hate her? I don't think so. What did she do that made you think you hated her today?
Henry: She's like, such a clean freak.
Me (laughing): Really. And that's so bad, your teacher having a clean classroom? I think it's good. Maybe you'll be able to learn or something. What did she make you clean, anyway?
Henry: Well... nothing yet.