It is the usual evening summer evening around here.
Zack is competing against the world on MarioKart Wii.
Zoe is skyping.
I'm in the kitchen getting dinner ready.
I'm just following step #3 of a recipe when Zoe shouts out over my clanging and banging to her skype friend, "I can't hear you! My mom is pounding the meat!"
She pauses and says, "That sounded so wrong."
Then she sat in silence and so I offered, unsolicited, "Tell her 'My mom is banging the pork chops!'" but she ignored me.
It is the usual summer evening around here.
