Sacrifice

Dad: K, you know that your Mommy and I sacrifice a lot for you and your brothers, right?
K: You do?!?!?! (a look of surprise on her face)
(Immediately Dad gets annoyed that not only does K not appreciate the sacrifices we make, but doesn't even recognize them.)
Me: (whispering to Dad) I don’t think she get what sacrifice means.
Dad: (to K) Do you know what sacrifice means?
K: Yes.
Dad: What?
K: It means you kill things.