In a text conversation with my teenaged daughter, from the other room…while she watches Dr. Who on Netflix.
C: Ugh, that moment when Dr. Who is saving a group of people, and there is a smart*** in the group and you’re waiting for them to die, cuz you know they’re gonna go first…
C: You better watch yourself smart***, you’ve made four remarks…if you make five, you’re dead. Them’s the rules.
Me: There is something wrong with you, but I love you.
C: I know, Love you, too. HE MADE FIVE! HE’S GONNA DIE!
Me: Aren’t you tired, yet?
C: No. SEVEN! He’s made seven comments, and he’s not dead yet! NOOOO! They killed the sweet guy instead, what are they doing! Don’t they know how this works!? He better have a horrible death, or Imma be pissed!
Me: I suggest that you write a strongly worded letter.
C: Oh…I will, and it will involve clever word play, so the message REALLY gets across. I’m not having this.
Me: What season is this episode?
Me: And what season is that show currently on?
C: Oh…yeah…I see what you did there. Damn it.