V the delinquent

V: You are getting older and older and older.

V sounding out letters and thinking up words: F- FUCK, H- Hustle (who is this kid?)

V: Mamá, if I get arrested when I am six will you come pick me up?
Me: You are not going to get arrested when you are six.
V: What about when I am fourteen? Will the police officer tell you what jail I am in?

Me: I heard your swim teacher say your name like one thousand times were you listening?
V: I couldn't hear him.

V: You already look like a grandmother.