Trev: Mom. Do I have your permission to get a mohawk?
(psh. Only if it's a real one, and you want safety pins in you ears, too.)
About thirty seconds later.
Mom, do I have your permission to get a gym membership?
Mom. Do I have your permission to eat kelp?
(Don't ask me about the permission verbiage. I did complain about it.)
Mom: Am I allowed to eat kelp?
Are there other kinds of edible seaweed out there besides kelp?
Hey! Why don't we look up edible leaves?
Mom - are you still bothered by mutant things?