The setting is the courthouse, where I work. Miss Priss has accompanied me to work for a couple of hours until it’s time for camp. And she’s hungry. We’re headed to the coffee shop. As we enter, there is a doctor, in scrubs, having a cup of coffee and obviously reviewing his notes for testimony later. At the table, in the seat opposite him, is a model of a spine.
Miss Priss: Mom? That man is sitting with a spine.
Me: See what drugs’ll do to you?
Miss Priss: Huh?
Me: Nothing. Just making a joke.
Miss Priss: Not funny.
Me: Gee. His date is nothing but skin and bone.
Miss Priss: Mom.
Me: I’ll bet she’s a pain in the neck.
Miss Priss: MOM! You’re not funny! [As she suppresses a giggle…]
Miss Priss: STOP IT.
Miss Priss: MOM…
Miss Priss: DON’T…
Me: BACK! Baby … Got … Back!!!
Miss Priss: Don’t say another word.
Me: You know, after his testimony, he’ll be in the mood for heavy necking.
Me: Hey! Where…
Me: Miss Priss?
Miss Priss: GO. AWAY.
Miss Priss: Mom!
Me: Elevator’s here.
Miss Priss: I’ll take the stairs. I’m not getting in there with you.
DING. [elevator door opens]
Miss Priss: Don’t even start.
Me: I’m BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.