What do I have in common with them and what do I have in common with the person who picked my food?

Do they run off at the mouth sometimes? Have I ever run off at the mouth? 

Maybe we have that in common, huh?

They are abusive dads. 

I am not an abusive dad. 

Well I guess we don't have that in common. Do we?

I like to eat. They like to eat.

We have this in common. 

I was born here. They were born there. 

There's the difference!