a dinner conversation

The boys were eating dinner and I was at the sink washing dishes. I hear Teague yell, "I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" Neland says, "No Teague it's not like that." They go back and forth saying this a few times. I look at them and Teague has his arms and hands out and is moving them. I ask Neland what he thinks he's doing. Neland's response, "The robot."