Annabel: “Don’t turn the light on, Mom. We have to keep all the lights off for the show.”

Me: “I’m very glad that you are having a show, but I have to get dressed for work so I need the light on.”

Annabel: “I’m going to have Sam come in here and shoot you.”

Me: “What?!?!?!”

Annabel, heading down the hall: “Sam, I need you to come down here and shoot Mom with your turtle.”


Basically, I have lost all control of the situation. That’s the point of the story.

No, he didn’t shoot me. But he did have a turtle.