Me: James, what do you want for lunch?
James: Dad-made ramen.
James: Yep. There's Dad-made ramen, and there's James-made ramen. Dad's is better.
Me: Dad-made ramen and James-made ramen. And then there's a third kind! Mom-made ramen!
James: Uh... yeah. Mom-made ramen is like... well... let's just say... if it were a city, King Kong or Godzilla would have gone through it.
Me: What does that mean?