At dinner tonight:
Chick, to the table: I totally love Fred Thompson. If he runs for president, I might break my self-imposed ban on voting and actually vote for him.
(Note: I don't really have a self-imposed ban on voting. It's a joke. I merely didn't vote in the last Presidential election. I know, I know. It was a really, really bad time for me. I had just moved here and just started a job at a temp agency and well, it was just a really bad time. It was more important to me to just function and not worry about who to vote for. But anyway.)
Jason, to the children: Mommy would leave me for Fred Thompson.
Boy child: Who is Fred Thompson?
Chick: I would so NOT leave you for Fred Thompson!
Boy Child: WHO is Fred Thompson?!?
Chick: Son! Blasphemy! What do you mean, WHO IS FRED THOMPSON? He's on Law and Freaking Order! He was a Tennessee State Senator!
Girl Child: Were we even alive then mom?
Boy Child: Oh. Is he that guy that sings like, "Ahhhhhhh!"
Jason: No, that's Barry Gibb. Mommy would leave me for him too.
Girl Child: Ohhhh.
Chick: I would SO NOT LEAVE YOU FOR BARRY FREAKING GIBB.
Boy Child: So...wait? The guy who sings "You should be dancing" is running for President?
Chick: I'm not talking to any of you anymore.