What a bunch of maudlin sissies! Boo-hoo, my folks are selling the place I always called "home."

If you ask me, you're both lucky that your folks didn't thrown you out of "the place I always called home" when you were 12!

I can't "know" it but, I can "feel" what terrible children you were.

I have to go to work now, but would you do me favor while I'm away today? Grow up!

(I know, I know, that REALLY oughta end with an emoticon, but I can't find one for: "No, pussies, I really mean it.")

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.