We're talking about the movie we just came back from. You thought it was kind of boring, lacked drama, lackluster. I say that it was smart and funny, that I know that you like the serious thrillers, but that there's always room for silly stupid comedies.
Then a voice pipes up.
"That movie is so gay," says my nephew who was eavesdropping on our conversation while playing his video game.
"What do you mean," you ask him.
"So gay," he repeats and turns his attention back to the game.
You're about to ask him something else when I stop you. I shake my head and roll my eyes.
"Don't mind him," I say as we walk into the kitchen. "That's just how he is. Anything mildly disagreeable is gay. It doesn't mean anything. He just likes to talk."
You shrug and take a sip of your drink. In the living room, my nephew eviscerates another alien in a hail of bullets.
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