My poor wife has learned to ignore me when I mumble out 'OTS!' or somesuch in the middle of a scene on TV.
And my daughter is learning... this past fall she was raking leaves for an elderly couple with her Girl Scout troop, and when I picked her up at dusk we drove around the corner and I habitually rubber-necked the backyard. The light was failing, so I asked her the obvious question: "What color is that grill?".
"I don't know," she answered.
"You mean you were there for 2 hours and you never checked for grills in the backyard?," I said, in mock incredulity.
The next day we drove by in the daylight to confirm that it was a faded black and not a Glen Blue. She knows better now. :-)