A conversation between a mother and a father.
“Morning. How did you sleep last night?” - Mother
“How do you think? Terrible. Little Boy has to sleep in his bed at night, not ours.” – Father
“Well, just wake up and put him back to bed.” – Mother
“He comes to your side of the bed. Why don’t you put him back?” – Father
“I’m too tired. Having him in the bed at night isn’t nearly as draining as having to entertain him all day. It’s like having a vacuüm stuck to your head sucking the life out of you.” – Mother
“I totally agree. We have teenagers. I thought our imaginative play days were over. Playing dinosaurs isn’t fun anymore. I always have to be the wimpy dinosaur. The one that gets eaten.” – Father
“At least you don’t have to pretend you’re the mother cooking dinner. Nothing like reenacting the thing you hate doing in your real life.” – Mother
“Shh. I hear something. Be quiet or the Vacuüm will wake up. Then we won’t have a moment alone.” – Father
“Okay. I’ll speak softer. How about some breakfast?” – Mother
“Sure.” – Father
Mother opens refrigerator door and looks around. Mother closes the door.
“Where are the eggs? Are we out of bread? There isn’t any milk. How are we supposed to eat breakfast when there isn’t any food? I went shopping two days ago.” – Mother
“It appears the teenage Vacuums have eaten all the food.” – Father