Copain and I were getting ready for work - he was trying to shave while I was trying to put on my makeup (small Parisian apartments make for tight getting ready space in the morning). The radio was blasting as usual (a habit I will never be able to break him of), and they were talking about the death penalty. (Nothing like the death penalty to get your morning off to a great start!).
Radio: blah blah blah death penalty in the United States blah blah blah
Copain, mid shave, turns to me and says: Is your dad again or against the death penalty?