Meeeeemories.

Husband: You can cut these shirts up into rags, if you want.
Neno: Oh? OHHH! OOOOOOH! I remember this shirt! I smoked all the Marlboros and then I actually rooted around in garbage to earn the miles to send in to get this shirt free!
Husband: Um, yeah.
Neno: And then I wore it and my mom was all, "[Neno]! How can you walk around wearing a shirt selling cigarettes?" And then I was all, "SHUT UP OH MY GOD I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT I'M LIKE TOTALLY AN ADULT SHUT UP I HATE YOU!" and then my mom was all, "Um, [Neno]? I was kidding. Do you recall that your father sells cigarettes for a living? Did you remember that?" And then I was all, "Oh. I'M NOT DRUNK!"

Good times.