Chick in the front: (on the phone) Sorry mum, we'll be right home. Lenny's just having a staring contest with the dog again, and I want to watch him lose.
Dog: *eyes move in and out of focus* Now there are two, now there are four, now there are sixty... ok that settles it, I'll take the bus and pick up the car tomorrow.
Displaying a maturity beyond his years, Little Lenny was already becoming proficient at Dad jokes which caused those around him to raise eyebrows (dog), groan (other chick), or attempt a swift change in the topic of conversation.