Maverick: “Am I handsome?”

Me and Robbie: “Of course you are!”

Maverick: “Oh good … then I can marry Pepper.”

Robbie: “No.”

Me: “You won’t want to marry your sister, buddy.”

Maverick: “Too bad we don’t live in another country. Then I could marry my sister. Like if we lived in San Francisco or something.”

Me and Robbie: “Um, no.”