(scene opens at cluttered dinning room table)
Alpha: (at laptop) Mom, how do you spell relativ….reali…rel
Beta: (hovering around for no reason) He’s looking for a word that rhymes with “orange”.
Me: R-E-L-A-T-I-V-E-L-Y. And “door hinge”.
(stunned silence follows, boys stare, Carrot drinks coffee)
Beta: (mimes mind being blown)
Alpha: Holy shit.
Alpha: No. Mom. Holy shit. You rhymed orange. That’s insane.
Me: (raises coffee mug and shrugs) Maybe now you’ll believe me when I tell you I know a thing?