Growing like a weed

The other night Ryan was complaining. His leg hurt. His hand hurt. His arm hurt. Blah blah blah. I suspect this multitude of aches and pains were the result of the chores we had been talking about that needed to be done. Not wanting to straight up call him out on it I said, "Well honey, you probably have growing pains. You're growing like a weed!" After a long pause, and through clenched teeth he replied with, "Then reach in and pull that weed OUT."