“Mom, can we go to a trampoline park today?”
“Mom, can we have some marshmallows?”
No. It’s before lunch.
“Mom, can we watch Godzilla?”
“Why? Is it rated R?”
No. It’s rated S for stupid.
“Mom, can we get a puppy?”
But mom is somewhere in Nazi Germany, on page three-hundred and thirty-nine of a best-seller. It’s like they tell you in an airplane: put the oxygen mask on yourself before assisting small children.