Jane: Jeezus Keerist, what the hell are you guys doing? Stop! Stop right now!
Cinder: Mom! It’s sooo much fun!
Jane: If you’re going to keep on doing that, go down into the basement so I can’t see it. Go! Now!
Cinder to friend: C’mon, let’s go.
Friend: She really means that? We can keep on doing this in the basement?
Cinder: Yeah. But—like, if there’s blood or someone seriously gets hurt, she’s going to be massively pissed.
Friend: How pissed?
Cinder: Like epically pissed.
Friend: What will she do to us?
Cinder: Lecture-lecture-lecture-lecture-blah-blah-blah. It’s awful.
Friend: Would she get bandaids first?
Jane: I’m right here. Listening!
Cinder: Well, what will you do if there’s blood?
Jane: Lecture-lecture-lecture-lecture-blah-blah-blah until your ears fall off. Then I’d go get the bandaids. So—no blood.
Friend: I’m never really sure if your mom’s really cool or kind of weird.
Cinder: Me neither. Let’s go before she really thinks about this and changes her mind.
A. You don’t want to know what they were doing. I’m still pretending I didn’t see it.
B. There was no blood. Thank the gods. More miraculously, I don’t think they broke anything…
C. The Cinder knows his mother well, doesn’t he? Yup. He sure does.
Photo 1 via Zemanta: 1, 2, 3 Tae Kwon do (Photo credit: Claudio.Ar). Photo 2 via Wikipedia. And what they were doing… way worse.