My dad, tongue-in-cheek: "I put you through law school."
Me, thinking about my student loans: "Er, I don't think that's a particularly accurate statement."
My dad: "Well, I gave you permission to go to law school."
Me: "I didn't need your permission to go to law school."
My dad, trying one more time: "At least I didn't picket your law school demanding that they throw you out."
Me: "This is true. Thanks."