(scene opens in dim kitchen)
Alpha: Who keeps tangling up the leash? (struggles with chain)
Me: I don’t know. (takes mug out of microwave, looks at clock) I guess I’d better go get small boy out of bed. (pauses, shocked look, starts laughing)
Alpha: What are you laughing at?
Me: (points to Alpha) Tall Boy. (points straight above) Chonk Boy. (points to dinning room) Not Boy. (points above the stairs) Small Boy. (points to dog at the door) Fur Boy. (dissolves into hysterical laughter)
Alpha: (with concern) Are you okay, mom?
Me: (wipes tears) No. No I’m not.