Have fun, my favourite danish sticky lizard thingie! And don't you DARE to be destickified, you hear?!
Oh, so this is some FINE parenting. I tell him one thing, and then you go behind my back and tell him to do the opposite? You're sleeping on the couch tonight, mister.
Aw, c'mon dear, the boy needs to be himself, and that entails being sticky. You're suffocating the kid in overenthusiastic parenting by not allowing the stickiness. Can't we work this out? Besides, the damn cat you insist we keep just pissed on the couch again.
It's you or cat, dear... You have somewhere else to live, don't ya?
Fuck it. Screw all this shit, I want a divorce!
I get the car and the house, you can have the kids. I'm off to Tijuana!
Sorry, but I'm the woman. I automatically win the first two. 
I... um... that is...errr...
FUCK!
* talhoffer runs off to Tijuana anyway.
Poor talhoffer is left with the children, then.
And since I'm apparently the one who cause this discussion, I must be the children.
I feel sorry for talhoffer..
You are "the children"? You mean there's more of you? Aw, crap. Unless you have multiple personality disorder, that means more mouths to feed.

Oh well, I'm already off to Tijuana anyway. Guess I could stop and sell you somewhere along the way...