Conversations with my kid: Apathy at the expense of others.

At the grocery store, we run into the girls cousin (dad's side).  They chit chat, and I notice the other kid's fly is wide open.

Me (to A): You're flying low.
A: *blank stare*
Me (trying to be discreet, failing miserably): You're flying low.
A: *grin, more blank staring*
Me: Okay, bye.

We walk away.

Me:  I don't think she knows what that means.
T: No, me neither.
Me: Do you want to go back and tell her?
T:  Meh.  She'll figure it out.