I probably shouldn’t use the category tag “conversations with characters” for this entry, but my boys are characters.

We watch Jeopardy every night before the kids go to bed. The tall kid’s starting to hold his own. The short kid just parrots my answers, so when we’re right he gets the glory and when we’re wrong, I get the blame. Tonight there were several questions regarding authors, and the conversation went downhill from there…

Jeopardy: This author blah blah blah blah

Short kid: Who is Shannon Stacey?

(It wasn’t.)

A bit later…

Jeopardy: Author of blah blah blah blah, this person blah blah blah blah

Short kid: Who is Shannon Stacey?

(It wasn’t)

After Final Jeopardy…

Short kid: How come none of the authors were Shannon Stacey, Mama?

Tall kid: Because only Mom is Shannon Stacey, dork.

Short kid: But why isn’t Shannon Stacey ever the answer?

Me: Those are all really famous authors, honey.

Short kid: But you’re famous. You have a dot-com.

Tall kid: Those authors were all dead.

Short kid: Will you be a Jeopardy answer when you’re dead, Mama?

Me: You never know.

Short kid: I want to be famous before I’m dead, so I’m not going to be an author.