My aunt thinks my rats are gay.

Me: *at computer*
Aunt: *observing my rats from across the room*
Me: *clack-ityclackclack*
Aunt: "Hannah, look! I think your rats are gay."
Me: *clack clackersclack* "Splendid."
Aunt: "No, really."
Me: *click clack clack click* "Okay. Splendid."
Aunt: "Oh my god! Now they're doing that, um, that 69!"
Me: *facepalm* "Yay."
Aunt: "No, really!"
Me: *peers* "That's called 'grooming', Auntie Lynne."
Aunt: "No. That's not grooming. That is 69!"
Me: *dead pan* "Well, at least they're not 73ing."
Aunt: *aghast* "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT??"
Me: *headdeask*