Parents had a disagreement about which cup to buy at the market so they bought their own cups of their choice. I didn’t know whose cups was whose when Mom asked me to choose which one I liked better. I pointed at the one that happened to be Dad’s colorful cup (I knew it was Dad by the noise he was making as he nodded at Mom) and Mom told me, “Of course you like it! What do the two of you know about what’s good!?”. Dad retorted, “My cup is decent. It looks official,”. And Mom was all, “Humph! The tea in your cup will get colder quicker because your cup is too flat!”. I went to the other room and laughed at their seriousness.