Even if it's my autistic teenage son.
Cue the scene:
My son loves writing short movies. He plots out the scenes, writes the screenplay, practices the scene, then films it with our video camera. Today, he was practicing a scene he wrote for his Hero Factory team.
The scene: Preparing to leave on a long, adventurous journey.
Then Mom popped in.
Me: "So, who's the girl?"
Son: "Girl?"
Me: "There has to be a girl. You can't have a movie without a girl. It's not politically correct."
He sighed, then pointed to the white action figure (hereafter called White Chick) and said, "That one can be the girl."
I then picked up White Chick and nabbed the Red Guy too.
White Chick: "Be careful, sweetie. Have a safe, but successful journey."
Red Guy: "I'll do my best, dear. But how will I survive without you and your snuggles?"
White Chick: "Just remember this, sweetheart."
Cue in the kissy, smoochie, kissy, kissy stuff.
My son freaked out. "No more kissy kissy scenes! You're ruining the movie!"
I just smiled, gave myself a mental pat on the back and decided to share my triumph with my bloggy friends.
What fun things do you do to torture your kids? =)
