My husband, upon reviewing my web stats for my blog – which, in a manner most perplexing to me, shows a rapidly increasing readership each month – speaking to my oldest child.
Ralph: “Guess what, Sophie? Mama refuses to have ads. You know what that means? She doesn’t want you ever to have dinner again. Mama holds the key to us eating. And she refuses to capitulate.”
Sophie [nervously]: “I love you, Daddy.”