(scene opens in dark dinning room)
Gamma: (creeps in)
Me: (annoyed) It’s 5:30, what are you doing up?
Gamma: I’m starving.
Me: (sighs) You’re always starving. Get some breakfast.
(hour long montage of nine-year old babble to fill the silence, most of it so fast as to be intelligible)
Gamma: (for the third millionth time) Mom?
Me: (biting) What.
Gamma: What does “nuisance” mean?
(camera close up on Carrot, sweat dramatically dotting forehead, fade to black)