Scene: Buckling Nathan in his car seat after having just plucked him from a oncoming car’s path
Me: (sternly) Nathan, you cannot just run around in a parking lot. You could get hit and I would be very sad.
Nathan: (grabs my hose) HOOOOOOOONNNNKKK!
Me: Thank you, son. I’m glad we had this talk.
Scene: Mike and I sitting in the living room, watching some random show about a porn star and her battle with cancer
Me: Tumor? I barely even knew her!