scripts and scraps from my real-life parenting sitcom
[Scene: | my wife has just taken inventory of plants in our backyard]
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Wife: | "What happened to the bleeding heart?"
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Me: | [innocently] "What do you mean?"
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Wife: | "It's in bad shape."
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Me: | "Oh. I think it took a direct hit with a soccer ball."
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Wife: | "Just one?"
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Me: | "Maybe more than one."
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Wife: | "And the irises? Was that a soccer ball too?"
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Me: | "That was probably a football."
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Wife: | "The rhododendrons?"
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Me: | "Could have been a child on a bicycle doing offroading."
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Wife: | "The hydrangea?"
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Me: | "There was an... um... aggressive game of frisbee."
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Wife: | "So you're telling me, don't bother with plants as long as our kids are playing in the backyard?"
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Me: | "That's a distinct possibility." |