Imaginary (but frighteningly plausible) dialogue:
Mom: “How was school today?”
Son: “Some kids said really mean things about me! And you know what I wanted to do? I wanted to hit ’em — especially one real little guy.”
Mom: “I didn’t raise you to run around hitting people.”
Son: “But they were mean to me! Especially the little one!”
Mom: “And don’t make fun of short people!”
Son: “I wanted to hit this one guy so hard, his head would spin, and he wouldn’t know what the hell happened.”
Mom: “Last warning! If you don’t stop reading Donald Trump’s Twitter feed, I’m taking away your iPhone!”
