The dialogue (alternate title: The pettiness).

Baby Nonny whimpering slightly in my arms tonight around seven p.m. after a long (aren't they all?) Sunday.

ANM's Sister: I think he got that from me.

Me: He got what from you?

ANM's Sister: The whimpering. I bet he got that from me.

I choose to say nothing since I have nothing nice to say and try very hard not to roll my eyes. She is completely serious.