As scandalous as it sounds.
On the way to see The Hunger Games (fucking awesome btw) :
Typical mom-conversation about texting– “Honey, what does it mean when there’s a parenthesis with a ‘P’?
“…you mean a colon with a ‘P’? It’s a tongue sticking out.”
“I don’t see it.”
Typical dad-conversation about his ability to foretell success–
“See I told you guys–The Hunger Games, Twilight, The Uglies. I told you they were all gonna be hugely successful.”
“Wow, Dad, you’re right. You were great at foretelling the success of best-sellers.”
“No, seriously. When I would go to parties with adults and talk about the books, none of them even knew what I was talking about.”
“That’s because they were adults, they weren’t thirteen year-old girls.”
“That’s what I’m saying! Producers aren’t thirteen year-old girls either! That’s why they need me!”
…Very logical. A sixty year-old man is just the person to put producers in touch with the interests of thirteen year-old girls. It’s a wonder how they managed to catch on to those trends without him.
My mom tries to order pizza–
“They have eggplant with aquatic cheese!”
“No thank you.”
Once she hangs up.
“…I’m curious about what that aquatic cheese was. Were they milking sea cows?”
“Yeah, you said they had the eggplant with aquatic cheese.”
“I think it’s like the four cheeses, you know, parmesan, asiago…”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”