You want I should wash that mouth out with soap?

Simone glared at B's room, thoroughly exasperated. "Look at all these toys," she sighed. "Your room is a freaking mess!" B stopped, his fists on his hips as he frowned at his mother. "My room is not a fweaking mess," he declared. Simone raised a challenging eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What would you call it then?" B answered the challenge by raising his chin, "It's a MESS," he said emphatically. Oh.