My son's summer job is at a popular retail clothing store. The position title for all of the teens and college aged kids who work in the storefront is Model.
Daughter: "Just cause you work there doesn't mean your a model."
Son: "It's the position title. It's says Model on the application."
Daughter: "You are NOT a model just cause you work there."
Son: "Well, they keep the ugly people out back."
Daughter: "OMG, you are NOT a stupid model."
Son: "O.k., let's get this straight..." proceeds to pull shirt off and flexes with a big sh** eating grin. We all die of laughter, and she decides to chase her brother around the kitchen with the spatula trying to spank him on the butt. Never a dull moment.
I think I will go see what "the model" would like for breakfast. What does the latest banter in your home sound like?