A Typical Conversation in My House
The Boy: Hey, Mom, where's Daddy? When's he coming home?
Me: It might be a long time. There was a shooting.(For those of you that don't know, the Husband is the senior police sergeant in a neighborhood bordering a large-ish city.)
The Boy: Hmm. Do you think he'll remember to bring home Ratatouille? Can I call him to remind him?
Me: Weasel, I think he'll be a little busy, and Ratatouille will be low on his list of priorities.