it isn't me
[I walk into the dining room, and Becky's in a chair, reading]
Becky: I smell something stinky.
Me: It's probably you. You need a bath.
Becky: No, it just started.
Me: It's not me.
Becky: It is! Get out of here!
Me: It isn't.
Becky: Take your computer into the kitchen!
Me: I'm not going to do that.
Becky: Then I'm going to my room.
[Becky leaves.]
