Man: How was school today, honey?
Girl: Okay.
Man: That’s nice. Everything okay?
Newspaper: Two-headed baby massacre disco fire.
Girl: Bzzbzzbzz.
Newspaper: Deadzone meltoff oilslick.
Girl: Bzzbzzbzz.
Man: I’m sorry, honey. Could you repeat that? I’m having trouble listening lately.
Girl: That’s okay. I have a Latin test tomorrow, I said.
Man: So you’re going to school tomorrow? You feeling better?
Girl: A little bit. If you miss the test you just have to take a harder one later.
Man: Yeah. Totally.
Newspaper: Downturn collusion deficit.
Girl: Bzzbzzbzz.
Newspaper: Bulimia prolapse.
Train of thought: Since when is prolapse part of our normal vocabulary, and what does that say about us?
Girl: Bzzbzzbzz.
Man: I’m sorry. The bus?
Girl: I said, I will have to take the bus to the train station tomorrow, won’t I?
Man: I suppose so. I could try to get your sister up early so we could drive you, but we’d have to leave by when, 6.30 AM, right?
Girl: More or less.
Man: You feel okay enough to do that?
Girl: Sure.
Newspaper: Alligator body parts. Celebrity investigation.
Newspaper: Contamination plunge. Suspicious gadget discount.
Newspaper: Bedbug tragedy.
Newspaper: Daycare arrest.
Man: Ham sandwich okay for lunch tomorrow?
Girl: Sure.