Continue (this is getting rather old, isn't it?)
"It's not my fault, Dad! I was going to light the torches in the
hall! What's wrong with that? I could barely see my foot in front of
my face! We need light, Dad! I've got a date with Charlene tonight!
And she'll want a tour! She has to see, right? It's not my
fault!"
"QUIET!" the father yells. The baby dragon's mouths clack
together so loud it sounds like a billion mouse traps are going
off.
Another boy:
