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Scene: Dinnertime, kitchen.  I’m putting away the clean silverware.  N is sitting nearby.

Me: This silverware is getting nasty.  We’re going to need to replace it.  It offends me.

N: Yeah, I know.  That’s okay, we’ll have to go to IKEA soon anyway to get a thing for his thing.  [looks meaningfully at AE]

AE: [looks up from his dinner, confused]  What thing?

Me: Maybe not.  I meant to tell you, my sister says that if we need her thing we can have it.

N: Oh yeah?  Why’s that?

Me: She doesn’t use it anymore.

N: Is it the kind of thing we need?

AE: [puzzled]  What thing?

Me: Yeah.  Actually I think it is from IKEA, so the same thing we’d get there.

AE: [getting frustrated]  WHAT thing are you guys talking about?

N: Hmm, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that thing.

Me: Standard thing.  [gesturing with hands]  Shelves and stuff.

N: [nods]

AE: WHAT THING?

Me: Nothing, sweetie.  Eat your dinner.

AE: [shaking head]  Whatever.

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