The following conversation took place on Monday, between the minutes of 2:30 and 2:35 pm…
(Aside: Is anybody else finding this season of 24 almost unwatchable? My husband has informed me if I say “Oh, pul-eeze” one more time during the episode, he’s trading me in for a quieter model. One more episode of that crap and I’ll be willing to go.)
Tall kid: Hey, Mom, can I watch A New Hope?
Mom: (What the heck is that? Sounds like a Hallmark movie.) I don’t know. What is it?
Tall kid: You know.
Mom: No, I don’t.
Tall kid: (*makes universal sound of male disgust*) Episode IV?
Mom: (Lightbulb flickers as understanding dawns*) Oh. No, you can’t watch it.
Tall kid: Why not?
Mom: Because it doesn’t exist in my universe and this house is my universe.
Tall kid: (*growls*)
Mom: You-sa no growl at me-sa. Me-sa you-sa mother.
Tall kid: STOP! (*stomps out of room*)
About a minute later:
Tall kid: Hey, Mom, can I watch Star Wars?
Mom: Sure, sweetie.