(scene opens at cluttered dinning room table)
Me: (Headphones on, typing on laptop)
Beta: (struggling through a book report)
(sound of back door slamming off screen)
Me: (looks up, sees someone in kitchen, assumes cheesy come thither stare)
Beta: (also looks up) Who is it? Mom, who is it? Hello? (waves hand in front of Carrot’s face) Mom. Whoisit?!
Me: Oh, just making goo-goo eyes at the serial killer in the kitchen.
Husband: (enters from kitchen, wearing black on black on black, holding a large wood axe) It’s the glasses, isn’t it? If I take them off I’m just a cute lumberjack, right? (takes off glasses)
Me: Yes. Totally changes the threat assessment levels.
Beta: (shakes head) I do not understand you guys.
Me: Few people do, honey.