An Insult

Yesterday, my parents worked together on a zinger for me:

Me: I’ll watch Thor all by myself, and then come back and reenact it for the whole family.
Isaac: I don’t think you’re as buff as Thor is.
Me: I beg to differ.
Mom: Oh, there’s no need. We all know you and Thor differ...
Dad: ...and you don’t need to beg for it.

See? It’s a perfectly choreographed one-two punch. I’d be insulted if I weren’t so proud of them.