One time when I was about 12 or so, I came home from a soccer practice one night and I was beat. I took my dirty stuff off and threw it down the stairs and jumped in the shower. It was a particularly long shower for one reason or another, and when I went down to dinner, this was the dialogue between my parents and I:

Mom: That was quite a long shower, Patrick.

Me: Yeah, I guess it was. I’d say about fifteen minutes.

Dad: Heh. Fifteen minute shower . . .

Mom: HAHAHAHAHA!

Dad: Heheheh.

I didn’t think it was so funny.