Ah, Poetry

G: "C, First is the Worst - that's you. Second is the best - that's me. Third is the one with the hairy chest- that's Truman. Fourth is the one with the treasure chest - mom and dad, but they share with me." 

C: "Hey! That isn't very nice!" 

G: "Well...do you want to be the one with the hairy chest, cuz that's the only other one available."

I'm betting C is sorry she ever shared that little rhyme by now.