(scene opens in tossed parlor)
Me: Gamma, can you help me pick up all the Quirkle tiles? Delta threw them all over?
Gamma: Sure mama. (gets down to scoop them up)
Me: So, I need to make you a new dress this weekend. A friend of daddy and mine is going to be king soon, and we wanted to go to Coronation.
Gamma: (eyes wide) Your friend is king? What does that mean we’re going to do?!
Me: Going to be. Remember we get a new one every six months? So we’re going to go to Coronation to wish him well and be happy for him. But that means we all need new garb, especially you. Do you want a blue dress? A pink dress? Red? Green?
Gamma: (dreamy delight) I want a black one. With skulls.
Me: (starts to laugh) Black with skulls?
Gamma: (still dreamy) I was born to fight. (snaps back) I will do well in the SCA.
(Cue epic sound track, mother tearfully hugs daughter, fade to black, cut to car commercial)