Me: [Doing a weird dance or something] "Oh, sorry.... am I getting out of hand?"
Elizabeth: "Yes."
Me: "I get out of hand a lot, right?"
Elizabeth: "Yes."
Me: "...That's actually my whole life, is getting out of hand and having fun."
Elizabeth: "I don't like it when people get out of hand."
Me: "Why?"
Elizabeth: "Because it means they... have problems."