The backstory: My mother and I were having a conversation about a potential new sofa for the living room. JT, overhearing, offered his own advice.
JT: Let's not get a sofa, Mama. Let's just get three comfy chairs.
Mama: How about we get some reclining Lazy Boy chairs? We'll get the kind with a cooler attached for our beer.
At this, my mother and I burst into laughter. JT got mad and accused us of laughing at him.
Guilty as charged, your honor.